Gravelled Poems - Poems about Gravelled

...She’s a pretty little cottage with a pretty picket fence She snuggles in the forest where the trees grow tall and dense A gravelled path runs by her so the mailman can deliver But nothing gets del......

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...Mother nature cannot quite replicate The way Your mind perceives the universe, The beauty's in Your eyes that shapes Your fate - Precious, though far from perfect, and all Yours. Well grave......

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... "As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire "Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." Charles Baudelaire "Smell is......

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...Before the Frost, the world was ours for the taking Love embraced us, and we dared dreaming Greater than any form could hold. Foolishly, it may seem, for the ice tide had yet to flood the ......

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...I scrub and scrub, trying to erase stains gravelled upon my face. Age has defined its mark, solidified a presence in folds and furrows raked over a once-smooth fabric now heralding me as old. ......

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...The Hospital Asile Like the highway as long it goes Like the lover's longing Like the winter's silence Like prisoned midnight and falling dawn Like the voyages made by Christopher Tube ......

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...we balanced along The embankments edge, And past the Dead Dog Tree. The view from the eyes that Flew above aerials hum Left us down in the gravelled Crawl. Scratch and tap among The ash hea......

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...Pain A stand under an acidic rain, At rest you shall melt Change in position - continue in motion but memorise the belt Be exothermic constantly release the heat inside Forces of the Earth actin......

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...One tall and gaunt with hooded eyes The other bearded, bent, time-worn and wise They relished unfurling their intellectual sails To seek secrets of wisdom on ancient gales Two wizened old philo......

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...Just listen to the dust beneath your feet; Its gentle voice whispers through the spring grass Even its warming breath makes you feel complete But its chill touch, still a sad remembrance… Do y......

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...I tread lightly on this gravelled road And on the horizon I see Lights, skylines to die for Tantalized by beauty false For distance rests between the door And me. And friends and brothers,......

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...Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Way Down South            Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: June/2014 Growing up way  down south  in Florida - was like a  fiesta - We would go to the b......

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.... NOW Well, GI Jack is welcome back, he left his legs in 'Nam. He wakes at night in sweat and fright, then drinks another dram. He doesn't know quite where to go, so see......

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...Now, Railroad Bob has lost his job, he’s got no place for working, His wife, she cries with desperate eyes, their baby’s head’s a’ jerking. The union man don’t give a damn, Big Brother lies a’ ......

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...A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope; once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope. She fled the curse of worlds perverse by shooting shots of dope, and st......

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