Gradual Poems - Poems about Gradual

?A grumpy grandpa (from Greece), gruff and gray, is grazing on a grain of grass, graceful. He’s grumbling that the grim grave is growing greater and greedily greeting his grasp....

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The safest road is not always fast, It will appear sometimes as a blast, Disguised wolf in sheep's wool, Naive destination is for the fool, Journey's end is loss for one's soul, For it is the fee for the roads toll, You've made it, you've reached this place, Dark, desolate and without heaven's trace, Now you...

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A rush of cold air blows over my skin stirring deep emotions within, and pushed the solitude of hope through the door and anchors the destiny of truth upon my battered soul. The open trenches of life stares blatantly at me through the creases and cracks between the wooden cellar, and forces a ray of light...

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Restless. Gradual, Haphazard, Graced with the dexterity, With jabs to its sides in the still wind, With the dance of grey smoke from a pot of incense. It breezes in the descending direction unto a platter. A mass of saltwater–as it'd find out later. The roars of the tides, The whistles of the wind kissing the oceans surface, The spirited slaps of the waves, The...

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So many of us have been through so much in these recent years of covid, its been so hard personally been horrendous with my stammer so difficult not getting out feeling so barred It seemed I was stuck in a rut even when restrictions lifted, words block but continue to seek the Lord for release nothing was coming as I continued to...

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everything is eventual then it's happening -- we're moving in circles at a steady pace the city got new search-lights pointing at the sky looking for a miracle in the clouds hanging there worried about the things they've got to do, like the war on terror, H1N1, your money and it's true everyone wishes the rain would break the high tide,...

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The rising of April has made its rouse As the clattering song of a mating grouse Sweet gentle breezes echoing spring The morning dove wistfully sings Sepia fields of unmade soil Waiting patiently to be toiled Sleeping bulbs awake to treasure the sun A new journey of life has began New born wildlife greet the day A new generation struggle to stand and sway Creeks...

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Cold turkey I bounce off the wall before I step through Seep through brick A sudden stop is shocking And a sudden stop is harsh The first day is the hardest It goes on forever The second day is the hardest It goes on for ever Slowly I am wont to slip And the itching never stops Slowly moving through this wall I’ve hit Until I reach...

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Sweet chunks of sugar, dissolve inside gradually, It is nature to do so, all good things in life must be taken, as if you were laid back and had them long forsaken....

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