Gravelly Poems - Poems about Gravelly

...Saturday Morning Routines** The familiar smell of wood smoke slowly filled my bedroom, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. Through my window, I caught sight of the warm, flickering light......

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... after Privilege of Being by Robert Haas A tipping point of too many are talking harshly. Down below, demon-dead in the unstirred inferno and perdition of animal thirsting are coil......

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...They unearthed him from the Delta dust/ Do Fletch, a name whispered on the wind, in a rusted tone/ Born and bred in NOLA's humid heart, A city sculpted by sorrow, torn apart, then rebuilt from the ......

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...Brownie, elf, gnome, pixie and fey Walked to large mushroom store on the bay Met a grouchy gargoyle along the way He was made of concrete, all gravelly gray......

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...There are deep creases in palm of the harried hag’s hand Her wizen face is wrinkled, freckled, there is a brown spot on her cheek. She has a surreal expression; her voice is gravelly and ethereal. ......

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...molly mcbee had a brogue that was thick her gravelly voice scared her neighbor Brick when he saw her coming he ran away she laughed at this, showing her sense of play here she comes, cute Molly......

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...The CRUNCHING of tyres on the gravelly driveway The CLANG of the garden gate sharply closing The CLICK of the key in the lock The old door CREAKING open on its hinges The SNAP of the light swit......

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...From the chthonic chasm, I materialize in sarcophagus Spectral filaments of the netherworld Spiral in a maelstrom around my silhouette Osseous structures fracture contort I ascend from the fecund......

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...My body cringes as thoughts start to rub together sending a warm wave through me that melts the ice around my heart revealing the pain that haunts the love trying to slip through screaming for ......

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...Maybe a thousand people are in a room, two rooms away, all popping bubble wrap with thousands more waiting outside ready to take their place Or a deathly hand slowly turning a dial throug......

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...In a forest grove, where shadows dance, Stands a gnarled tree, a symbol of chance. Its twisted branches reach towards the sky, A source of inspiration, none can deny. Through countless seasons,......

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...*** A DAISY TALE *** A single, wild, tiny daisy Less than a thumbnail in size, swaying side to side In the slight, burning whiffs of a summer’s breeze, Growing out from next to the house, From......

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...didn't intend to be in another Irish pub but it's raining and they're so much better in the land of saints and scholars where musicians don't play for tourists John a school teacher broug......

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...He sings of a pain that births a grotesque form his sadness black tendril fingertips that drags from tree stumped darkness echoes carry tendered tears He sings of hope that never came of love ......

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...Shunshine was a character I would do for the Grands when they were little.After securing them in the toddler swings at the park I would push them for a while.Then to mix things up I would absent min......

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