Grained Poems - Poems about Grained

...Caught in the in between So cold there now This time the pain rains down So lonely now So scared of what may never come In a trance blinded by all I fear How do I grow out side the datk How do......

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...There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched, to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot, where incidental hue or august colour wash abound, or that March bloom tantalising shady patch......

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...There is an urge within me to wander randomly, to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope, incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter, or just as likely that tantalising shady patch, with it......

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...ENGRAVISTA  en relief  intaglio planar grounded   spur-like aquinted grained  messaging of defined     contour        en register meshed   toothed        burnished          etched dry p......

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...I pictured a yard with flowers wild I pictured a dog amongst the reeds I pictured a tree swing and a child I pictured a pond with swimming geese I pictured a mountain as my view I pictured ......

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...Words too often have rough edges, bloody histories, lines more defined than relentlessly imaged cliffs, worshipping sacred sunlight shades of high hazards Coveted risks more than needed oppo......

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...the common stone is useful though others seem to mock praising up their special gems not solid as a rock there we have the flowers for everybody's needs though holding all together is solid......

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...VietNam Sniper It seems that the night lingers then departs clawing for one more minute, but in a vain attempt to defeat the sun. The encumbered fog groans and gently rises from The ground......

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...Standing on the shore waves lapping at the sands of the past beaten down and grained in time between the foam and the surf; an image forms, salt air, moistening the eyes burning, tearing at......

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...Grandfather Clock (A Variation on a Triolet) When I was young, not four foot tall, My Grandpa’s clock I remember well Stood and chimed, alone in the hall, When......

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...St. Lawrence river in the spring when a lake makes the ocean its' dream shallow ice and sand bend the wind the twigs begin to twitch and spin sandwiched like a water gin buds burn thr......

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...Cradle your love gently in caring hands Tenderly as velvety fine grained-sands Be the rainbow in their showery days Today tomorrow forever always. Love graceful as pirouetting snowfl......

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...*Image of Hallmark Channel by Giphy. Chimed Upper Room Chimed new day shines...eagerly corrects an upper room looks, An attic improving rapidly...promotes roams of dil......

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...My beloved tekeli pitha! They are rice cakes from Assam. They are made by steaming them in a kettle (I call tekeli) lid. Tekeli pitha or Kettle cake tint of jaggery making love with crushe......

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...As my body stoops with age, youth lulls upon the page Where words forever young, cry willful to be sung As daylight quickly passes, I greet night a friend at last With memories deeply gra......

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