Glinting Poems - Poems about Glinting

... I am a river, surging, never still, never bound, within walls, I’ve never had, nor cherished, nor craved. You ask me to remember — but where would such memories be forged or stored in ......

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...He never questioned the weight behind his eyes until the day he finally woke up. For as long as he could remember, the mud had been a part of him. A thick, caked crust beneath his skin that h......

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...Cocoon of late afternoon, amber-shuttered, the day on hold for each secret moment in sweet suffocating gold, trembling to touch the sensual warmth of its coiling comet; to let it travel, let it......

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...In the green garden there's a young lady She runs her slender fingers across the fresh lilies' The suns soft light licking tenderly at her alabaster skin Her flower dress flowing down her......

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...Swimming under the surface of the Pacific Past the border of the ocean Where the two meet, brown and blue. Met by tiny swimming jewels here, Living within the tall crystals, The ecosystem of cry......

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... . gulls glide, their grey wings glinting . . in the glow of the f a d i n g s u n. below, the sea stirs . ......

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...She wore necklaces of coral, strings of pearls embracing her body, glinting back at the broken sunlight scattered across the sea floor. Her glassy eyes gazed up, somewhat worried, somewhat mour......

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... Written: April 18, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand ******************** . . . here comes the m o o n taking shape as a girl her golden skin, aglow peering throu......

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...I press my hands into the ruins of you, fingertips cut in the quiet rot of ancient wounds that have never quite been touched. Beneath splintered ribs, your earth is sulfurous in suffering— your......

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...A Day of Reckoning Forenoon, it had been raining during the night the wizened winter landscape was now green and amongst olive trees long-legged sheep grazed; their pastor and, on occasions, ......

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...A Vine in Winter – 2-18-25 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Vine in Winter January wakes Whispers with kisses of snow In floating bits of crystals Catching weak beams of sun......

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...The knife held in trembling hands. Gasped breaths intermingling in the cold, dreary night. Hushed whispers, choked off words. Thousands of what if's disappearing like smoke in the polluted sky.......

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... In your eyes, reflected to me are memories of beautiful, trembling pieces of laughing hope still colors of grace and belief feelings pouring from the shadows never just make believe a......

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...As day dawns, the sky gleams bright. Fresh clean reborn, the morn's alight. I am the glimmer in the sun's feeble rays, That its hope will bring me better days. I am the dew caught on blades o......

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... dear … moonlight keeper of the wan, wondrous, midnight mists might I beg of you a kindness? I know you hide there, safe from the needling stars in a shroud of black brume but could you wi......

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