Hurries Poems - Poems about Hurries

...As I rise, The moon falls The wind settles The lake follows The sand shimmers The earth softens The stars dampen and The buildings brighten, A tree houses A bird swooshes A flower opens ......

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...A Kaleidoscope, my best toy! Hours flew as new colors emerged, A cascade of abstract-colored joy Myriad patterns of colors surged. Colorful glass in serpentine slides, Slithered across an imag......

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...Ouch! Please mommy stop it’s not fair I pulled on her robe as she pulled on my hair Halfway through combing out my long curls mother hurries to get to the other girls Gentle brushes won’t......

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... Veiled by clever branches, limbs silken strands, protecting me from the eyes who’re like pseudonyms beckoning with iris’ clever and wild secreted beneath gossamers, flowing in ......

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... moss climbs a fallen branch— no one hurries here......

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...As I think about it, it's only fair that Matt should get the electric chair. In three minutes of time, I wove pure gold and waited several weeks to be told. Seriously, I have him to thank fo......

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...The sun is setting, golden and low, and as twilight shadows quietly pass the old man hurries but his pace is slow.......

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...In this noisy world of busy lifestyle That seldom show silver lines on dark clouds, When time speeds so fast one can’t hope to catch, And goals flex such that one can’t hope to reach, Where’s tha......

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...Jack Frost got me hustling To clear my car of excess snow Bare brown branches bustling As frigid blue breeze blows The forecast was right or wrong As I sit in the car heating it up On the r......

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... Here we are, halfway through November What happened to July, August and September Looking forward to the ‘big three holidays’ Who remembers July 4th’s barbecue blaze ......

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...The wicked clouds swirled together in the dark evening sky. John hurried down the steep dusty steps of the storm cellar. In John's arms was David, his sickly son. As the rain pours down onto the unfo......

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...My boots, still burdened with the dust of Carpathian trails, Silently slip over the gleaming tiles of an urban temple, Where hipsters sip artisanal nectar on lazy Tuesday afternoons, Under the imp......

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...Those rose tinted glasses, my childhood pair, The glow of a rainbow's alluring flair. No worries no hurries, sweet carefree glee, Promise by pinky without guarantee. Intense senses of blurr......

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... The sun, resplendent in its blazing might, Burns fiercely o'er a barren, lifeless waste, A desert dry and vast where earth is scorched By searing radiation, deathly bright. No sign of life bu......

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... The suicide His question The night wraps itself around him Like a comforting blanket of stars And for a moment there is silence No questions roaming in his head He thinks of her ......

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