Gush Poems - Poems about Gush

That moment made ink gush from my deep soul, "The violet voice of a vocal vice, gentle warmth of hazel rays..." Crush my arm—for you are the verve of the eternal lover, An unusual home for lips that whisper ancient secrets. Dance along the abyss and glimpse an awkward smile, Perhaps I am lucid—you will let eternities slip gently! Your shades...

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Still lakes can listen A babbling brook cannot hear Cast your words with care Into this sea of people The source, the flow, from the mouth...

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Gush Potatoes 2 cups of sour cream 5 Tablespoons horseradish 1?2 cup of white cheddar 1 Cup of grated parmesan heavy cream 3 tablespoons of lemon juice 1 tablespoon of lemon zest 1 Tablespoon of red pepper flakes 1 teaspoon of of fish stock 4 cloves of minced garlic 4 green onions 1/2 cup of minced herbs ( thyme, rosemary,, parsley, dill,oregeno and tarragon) 2 grated hard boiled...

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Smelling the clothes rinsed, Easily he winced Then, freed a waiting sigh For the ones not dry … Now, quite The Helpless-Tired, He shall have a launderer hired The Heart he needs that of A Lion To The Settled Ones iron … Clothes keep waiting to be washed, Even asking that this be rushed But in reply a face is just flushed, Because Tap Water still...

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Trust me, have I ever lied to you before You tickle my pickle and so much more There should be a law To restrict my awe Else I'll gush on the floor as I rush out the door Huh???...

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Mind over Muse or Muse over Mind What does it matter if a tongue's in a bind Words need gush forth as a swift-flowing stream When water's confined No poet can dream...

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The gush The moon is full not completely round but elongated and so near I can almost touch it. A pity the moon only reflects the sun it diminishes it somehow. The Chines planted apple trees at the back of the moon if they bear fruit, it will be bitter and never harvested it will cost too much...

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As mockingbirds flee in the cadence of pellucid rain , drizzles hide a vermillion moon that is twilight’s burst: still, a gush so dulcet spawns a melody while stray buds, pebbles, and lit ripples tap my feet on a menagerie of glass. And droplets infuse a mid-January tempo granting sweet content, where luscious drift from trickles slip-slides on...

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Trust me, have I ever lied to you before You tickle my pickle and so much more There should be a law To restrict my awe Else I'll gush on the floor as I rush out the door Huh???...

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gush of wind passing as leaves open frazzled reams-- for promise of rain...

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Trust me, have I ever lied to you before You tickle my pickle and so much more There should be a law To restrict my awe Else I'll probably gush all over your floor © Jack Ellison 2016...

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With downpour hued in starlit gray, And fallen eyes are interlocked In drizzles where the torrent bites Till candles wane on fabric soiled (As evening slips its frail chemise). Her boudoir cluttered by the wind, Sighing a pitter-patter scream (Old woman dwells on passing sprees) And on a chair, her drooped spine curves, (To track hazed lifetime’s reveries);...

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You Love Lord...

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With downpour hued in starlit gray, And fallen eyes are interlocked In drizzles where the torrent bites Till candles wane on a fabric soiled Her boudoir cluttered by the wind, Sighing a pitter-patter scream And on a chair, her drooped spine curves, Receding off so constantly Limbs tip tap rhythm on the floor; Alone, betrothed to lonely sheets How cold the gush in Summer's flight. Rain,...

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