High Flown Poems - Poems about High Flown

...Above my head, foliage, and feathers clatter as a hawk tangles with a squirrel. Above my head, Russian tanks pop their tops in boggling bubbles. Just above a bald patch, shaggy clouds squat to ......

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...Dandelion puff clouds tickle the air with their flossy flights. Other weeds cannot fly they are deeply rooted, their seeds flop low. Landscapers grind the ground grimly, mowers grapple and grow......

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...When all the world stood on the edge and a quivering panicking with the promise of nuclear war And altogether the enemies kept their positions built their arsenals to keep on threatening But......

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...When all the world stood on the edge and a quivering panicking with the promise of nuclear war And altogether the enemies kept their positions built their arsenals to keep on threatening But......

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...To call it a poem and to pen it in a baroque form and style is to abuse carte blanche to express and bring forth a reader’s bile; avant-garde works that break traditions may ap......

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...Bombastic… So grandiloquent We are stated to be pompous asses. Therefore, our outcry is heard. 2017 is over. We are ready to bring in the New Year when the clock hits eleven. One more ho......

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...Walking on My Cloud celebrating victorious high-flown elevated verse of desperate desolation voyages grand black anger of calming spiritual passages reflecting light then… ......

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...HERO WITH NO MEDAL Could be you or me fallen out of the net. Just an old guy, down and out - Park bench newspaper-blanket : Drop a coin in his cup as I walk about. Never was any great hero - ......

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...If I were to be an animal, I would want to be my kitty. He is so spoiled and pampered That it is a downright pity. He does not do a single thing That he doesn’t desire to do. He answers to n......

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...No enlightened poet am I proclaimed, Rhyming high-flown philosophies in poesy, (Instead, I only scratch out my words In verses of winds and scents of spring-- Of the shades of the light crown......

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...WELL, EXCUSE ME People don’t like me to say at parties that it’s such A waste to throw out good food when so many People go hungry every day even in our city. Can’t you laugh fo......

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