Hand Held Poems - Poems about Hand Held

...What is a mother? Is it birth? In a way, for that is the Earth, the need to seed, to procreate that is, our natures obligate. Is that a mother’s duties done; that’s all. I’m through. I have a so......

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... “The Scorpion’s Touch” Under glass the sound cuts out sharp just like under water and we run out of breath like insects running around frantically out of time we are ......

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...From little Burke street; to Narramine. in Coonamble and Kempsey I've spent some time, worked on Longreach Station Barcaldine way, I know Rhee Chong Hyup... He was My trainer.' The early days.' I'......

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... I was drivin’ down an old, worn black-top highway, on my way to a funeral. It was mid-Missouri, and late summer made it hotter’n the dickens outside. I was thinkin’ there was only a couple of hou......

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...Near beer Hand held and inflatable bed partners AI poetry ......

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...Alone and Separated Far from a Child’s touch Divided in much A bus with square wheels and not round A Passenger train with no steam engine pull A flying Eel A rewrite Reel All the above are Mi......

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...Happiness is a new wireless mouse I bought from Staples earlier today November 18th, 2024 cuz the the older one malfunctioned. Said older generation mouse sported a rather extensive "mouse c......

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...For life and death were caught within a race to destiny – and all the world awaits. His despot realm would falter from the pace and thus, awaited fire from Heaven’s gates. As mighty legions faded......

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...It's 5:30 AM, sky bruised and quiet, And he’s there at my feet, my loyal companion, Eyes bright, no judgment, just need. Out we go, one steady step, then another, Field sprawled wide, we chase th......

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...The sheer amount of overflowing, fuming, fumbling feelings Might explain or clarify the lack of my coherence Hastily I’m jotting down the first thing I think up Stretched out silence floods my ......

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...If I could paint the world, I’d paint a smile on every face. I’d make the rain a sunshine hue, Each drop, refreshing warmth to trace. I’d paint the clouds a daring red, And banish greys foreverm......

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...Death is the sorrow of those left behind that I no longer belong to a world in which a life of your own is only just beginning, so young and carefree.I will miss those eyes most of all, the blue......

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...a new     perspective think  unconventionally from a fresh point of view with less constraints break out challenge   assumptions sidestep the dangers with a novel  point of view slant......

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... In the midst of a desert a voice cries out Woe to him who snubs a hungry hand held out On a crowded subway platform a different voice rings true Hand over ......

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... Imagine feeling helpless, defenseless and alone. Imagine behind each door new terrors of the unknown. Imagine looking forward to the coming years ahead, With secret, silent brooding and paraly......

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