Ground Level Poems - Poems about Ground Level

...the mind is open for a change Headless embrace an easy life a lift down the seventh floor to a foyer and doors that open automatically a café serves one from cooking peeling potatoes and ready-mad......

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...I like to write poetry sitting on the floor. Even when my body is sore. From feeling panic throughout the night. So I am tense and tight. When I wake in the morning, I could eat breakfast. ......

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...If they were zombies. Who have no brains so they don’t care about what I’ve turned into… Maybe they’d be more likely, To come back for me. I’m not saying they don’t care. They just have to do......

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...As though mixing the caffeine of deep desires and wishes With the crystal water cognizance to make gold-brown niches Where-from, yearnings, like fogs of fine frankincense, resurrect Bedecked with ......

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... "Ground Level Entry" “She fits the bill”, they say it insouciantly visions of being carried in the beak of a bilious pelican where it builds its rudimentary ne......

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...Questing the perfect scenario, Desiring for heights, Wanted to drown in the success seas of magnifico life, From childhood to infinity, Accelerate the feelings of success towards insanity, ......

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...I We forget, days go by We forget to gaze at sky II We are so earth-bound, non-birds We see level, ground level, as words Made for learning, learning theory, that is Bound in text, texting, ......

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...This year’s been so long. So long to Winter! With blinding shaft and bright bleeding of sun, the limbs of trees, like flames, trust their tinter. Unfurl the soulful buds, ye Holy One! ......

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...Learning Young From back when I was 7 and 8, When candy bars cost 5 cents, And “being polite” meant Even to strangers. The wrinkled, Baggy, old man, who Lived in the basement apartment ......

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...On a magnificent morning, in the fragrant month of July, I was heading to a new job, amidst the golden butterflies. For I had been hired by Nasa's, Langley Research Center, To work on new projec......

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...Heated moisture was in the clouds above. A love storm hit me on a summer's night. At ground level, there was a feel of love. It took control, and I offered no fight; ......

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...variety of size, limbs once helpless in the wind, a haphazard torrent of leaves. no pleasantries in rescind. moss, plush with bouncy roots tripartite surgery of bark, sans clean cut. ground ......

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...Sometimes you can reach high of highs or touch bottom low of lows what you do when you reach a point is up to you you can carry on with life being positive+++ or drown in self pity being......

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...Like a living statue, the age-old tree stoically stood there—anchored and silently growing in majestic being. At the tree trunk’s ground level, stood a tiny squirrel—the happiest of its anchor......

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...Man WORKING- Sitting Under the Autumn Sun Envision concrete steps; 3 @ 8”inches each; A man at home, alone; Dog lying down to the left of him; Alone; These two, enjoying the autumn vi......

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