Gangling Poems - Poems about Gangling

...In the morning, putting on pants, its gangling legs become entangled with mine. It has thrown pillows on the floor again. It has made a permanent dent in the recliner seat. Leafing through note......

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...The cold air seemed to help clear his head but the lullaby was persistent and he could not get it out of his mind. He walked for just a few moments before passing the the entrance to the stable. ......

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...An old man ravaged by age His gangling frame impelled against the cancerous bark of the forever weeping willow Lined with wrinkles of time, his ashen face unshaven Cast down among creepin......

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... oh, my precious child, let me kiss away your weep - do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night, stars whispering their ancient lullaby, swallowing not, the western rea......

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...In the morning, putting on pants, its gangling legs become entangled with mine. It has thrown pillows on the floor again. It has made a permanent dent in the recliner seat. Leafing through not......

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...Deep within the decrepit graveyard Alight by a circular moon Concrete creaks Gravestones crack Grotesque bodies rise in ghastly fashion. khaki grass crunches beneath gangling feet mecha......

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...RISE ... breathless, calm ... I face the morn ... possibility mists crawl 'neath gangling willows dew drawn from the keening hem of twilight ......

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...I stand here 'neath these vines of old Wrapped by the arms of stories told The lads and lasses, bright and bold A dancing brown-eyed blond Of whom I'd been quite fond I'd found......

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...Last winter on the village pond, but three Geese. Brilliant white with yellow beaks, come see, With pride they sit and guard the village green, Such anserine confidence must be seen. Spring ......

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...Eyes still closed ... Our sated mouths slowly parted, And what was once cold and unyielding in my palm, Now stood, blooming as the s......

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... brush in hand, he breathes life to paper ... columns ... bejeweled and sparkling like blades of shimmering grass piercing the night as star-flecked stalagmites fingers o......

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... oh, my precious child! let me kiss away your weep - do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night (stars whispering their ancient lullaby) swallowing not, the western reach but merely......

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...Down on the pier, the midmorning bright, Thronged wives, husbands, lovers, And sons, friends, young daughters, All eyes perusing the grand and gray ship In long-simmered hope of glimpsing one fac......

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...Slate clouds stretch low over urban rooftops, sun’s hopeful warmth vanquished: man with a limp pauses. his weary eyes, wary, survey that sky, grimy gangling fingers fidget butt......

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...From a boy to a man Just a wee lad, pants begining to wear, His Mum used a basin to cut his hair. His Mum worked hard, no Dad you see, Burnt herself out feeding her family. School to him was b......

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