Hideouts Poems - Poems about Hideouts

... the emptying of a mind, into the ether all that was contained suddenly skywards always to be firmly rejected by gravity we have to live with the fallout well someone does truth ru......

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...In the heated performance of the day, summer wet evenings close the curtains, concluding with a thunder jest and a gift of wipe. The crawling claws of the ceaseless winds surr......

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...When the sun goes down She comes to town Gazing all around Yet no one has found fireflies lit the darkest night cry of cricketers in their hideouts, break the silence at night. Her hope ch......

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...Growing up in Podunk Missouri, meant that we had the freedom to roam. Up and down rivers and wooded hills, those places that we called home. Picked berries, peaches, plums, and cherries, and a......

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...That’s’ what they do in Theo’s lodge: All sorts of wrong papers forge; There every nosing cop dodge, Who’d rogues from hideouts disgorge… In Theo’s lodge would hoodlums surge, Sweet crime at ......

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...Crabs tip toe along the bottom daintily picking at morsels with their crushing claws. This is an arena for carnivores, creatures made for tearing flesh, or picking carcasses clean with a kiss. ......

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...Impossible mission to captcha infinitesimal moment alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck seconds elapse imperceptibly leaving me dumbstruck, how quickly fleeting tempus fugit; ofttimes......

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...Poetry grows in silence, and darkling the imagination in the clouds begins the sky besides, we don't conceive how it is right... On limbo we stand still, we await any solution, this life is......

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...I’ve never really wished To be a child again. For growing up’s too hard To even put to pen. But somehow, in my mind, The difficulties fade. The memories that linger Are joys that childhood mad......

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...When I was very young All I really wanted To be was an Indian. My mother always read to me - Stories of fairies and elves, Of princesses and ogres, witches, And brownies who did good deeds. Po......

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...Sorry, no graceful way to say his.... Your friends and family under green grass lie. Body filled with odious pride, the hand of death shall pass you by? As self inflicted hideouts lie. No adori......

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...I hear a child bemoan in dreams, reclaiming dreams, His dreams he dreams alone of flying with songbirds, Picking and chewing, oozing juicy fruits in teams, And dancing gaily, prancing to the tun......

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...Bricks of pain heaved on feeble frame Hell’s ring tone in fragile ears Exits incomparable in life’s little memory A goddess gone, the pillar of a heart’s strength. Lured above reason by fables,......

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...Soul droops when the weather is wet, darkened days, drizzle on windows, Wife watching same soaps,I detest, no one to talk, no friends, no foes! Birds take a nap in their hideouts, cat warming ......

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...L ynn is how my name’s pronounced I ntegrity and imagination the ideals N otably nostalgic on occasion E clectic maybe even a little eccentric M otivated by a playful muse O pen-minded at time......

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