Hummock Poems - Poems about Hummock

... Written: February 22, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama **************** Skating upon Saturn rings, we dance in the empyrean, while orbit......

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...In the city of the living, A place where all are breathing Few miles away from the well-known barber shop Down the road with an inclined slope He laid down there underneath the bridge Helpless......

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......He remembered his childhood, Cajun stories of the bayou, and one of an old witch doctor, they claimed he still practiced voodoo. He had seen the man once or twice, he’d seemed rather old de......

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...The hummock There is a hill behind the houses round and soft, I call it a mother hill it welcomes you and murmur How do you do?” and let you sit on a boulder to enjoy the peace. If you sit t......

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...Outward brain stem hummock analogously, (asper bound minuscule magnum opus) figuratively paginated with drowned atavistic animal instincts roar back to life upon found perceived or real threa......

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...outward brain stem hummock analogously, (asper bound minuscule magnum opus) figuratively paginated with drowned atavistic animal instincts roar back to life upon found perceive......

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...On the sky's hummock she is like a ziggurat; a gardener of stars who takes care of their shining watching over their sparkling glimpses. My only hope that maybe she intend to look af......

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...The Hummock There is a hill behind the houses rounded and soft I call it a -mother hill- and it welcome you and softly Murmur, how do you do and leave you alone to sit On a boulder and think how ......

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...The Hummock There is a hill behind the houses rounded and soft I call it a -mother hill- and it welcome you and softly Murmur, how do you do and leave you alone to sit On a boulder and think how ......

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...1 O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances; O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the humm......

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...I could tell you, Pip, that when you were born, I loved you like I was loved by grandpa Orne. I could tell you that there was nothing more perfect, Than your little feet, and your tiny toes, and......

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...Trying to recapture the joy of those winter days is difficult. School cancelled: sun shining through the sheer, white, curtains into an all too girlie room, the sound of a tea kettle's whistle, the ......

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...on a hummock of Tane he Practiced legerdemain saw a girl had to whirl ......

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...Wild are the spring flowers which win my heart wood violets blue, and those Johnnie jump-Up starts waves of ajunta burgundy glow pierced with lost daffodils standing apart a gourmands delight admir......

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