High Pitched Poems - Poems about High Pitched

... ‘Here come some more of them Plenty of little kids too Time to put on our funny faces Entertain them for a while’ ‘Chase each other round and round M......

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...“There is no loyalty greater than the love of a loyal dog.” By Author ************************************************************** This is What I call Loyal L......

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... Compelled to discretion I've sworn my last vow Such chaotic intensity As a slow, high pitched growl To quiet this strangled obsession My home is now fleeting away Worn through a vagrant immen......

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...The sunset girls won’t be muted, high-pitched voices are high dollar; They’re fleeting cascades of color, those ardent eyes aren’t diluted; Lightning flashes undisputed will break through any ch......

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...Dawn. Night sounds of slumber A few owls hooted their last nightly call, And cicadas ended their rhythmic, high-pitched whine In obedience to the rising of the warm sun rays. The buzzing bees c......

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...Ambient noise, the silent song of day, TV static, and this high pitched ring. Creating a vision through bloodshot eyes, A vacant gaze meeting solemn void's stare. Dreaming those vivid details a......

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...Moonlight creeps through the writhing woodland as Arion walks alongside me—upward toward the lone mountain. We had trekked for miles and the way was wearisome, heavy fog in its obscuring fidelit......

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...The Whistlepig Jig I sat upon my porch one day my pennywhistle for to play. When out stepped Mr. Whistle-pig, I thought to dance a jig. “I left the comfort of my den,” says he,”to satisfy my ......

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...There I was bobbing up and down trying to keep afloat or I would surely drown, thinking of all the things I should have done and what I disallowed. The water was deep and this I know cause I couldn'......

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...I was once told that "THERE IS HOPE BEYOND EVERY STRUGGLE" Sometimes, I doubt those words & I wonder I've been struggling all these years But I couldn't find hope anywhere here Every time I appro......

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...Staring at shadows in the night, Moving across the frozen pond, Going round and round, Just like a merry-go-round. High-pitched voices, Resounding, booming laughter— They reach my ears, ......

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...The sun swiftly sits on the creased sea line, stirring crooning clouds of romance. I sit in awe ~ mesmerized, for the millionth time, watching the sky sing your name, filling the salty air with hig......

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...The poet speaks of madness--madness similar to what? What was spoken before this silly syllabus? Each ant, lifting and carrying, adds bundles of dried and curled rose petals to the soup simmeri......

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... Eight hours cooped up in a plane entubed in fuselage can put a strain on buttocks squeezed into a seat with no stretching room for feet. Add to that the high-pitched cry of a backseat woman’......

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... I have stood on every shoreline Earth could grow— watched civilizations peel off like snakeskin, hands red and raw, throwing words into the wind. What was it, they asked, what was the answer? ......

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