Hurrying Poems - Poems about Hurrying

...When summer comes it won't fall out of the blue like a suntanned cherub no - after a heavy rainstorm it will heave itself up through the cracks in the pavement as thousands of pale and fragile ......

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...Another day, and she sighs Pain seeping from her drained eyes Can't go on getting high I could have stayed, she cries The streets, they’re cold and bare The people, they don’t care No time for ......

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...Shades of blue are flying in the air and people are gathering from far and near the symbols of the world are hurrying down the street spreading whispers of hope on threadbare knees Shades ......

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...He works on the pole, he works on the ground, in any storm he can be found. They call him a lineman; his work very dangerous. Bucket trucks and hot wires, that’s his love language. It’s 3 o’clo......

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...If hope is all the shadows you see, let it surrounds me If fear is the mountain that lies beyond the sea, let it departs from here.We are trying to rebuild our lives again and invite some new friend......

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...There's a buzz in the forest tonight I can see shapes in the dark of night hurrying along the various paths they seem to be going to a clearing. I carefully follow them and see what's causin......

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...My heart was racing, Chaos around me on the road, But silence inside me is so calming, Dying to meet her, I saw her parking the bike, And hurrying inside the building, No she's not worried, ......

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...Music Looks Like A thunderstorm rolling in from the west. Jagged flashes of lightning from dark roiling clouds A quiet stream meandering through a wooded glen. Bubbling and gurgling as it ......

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..."Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet Flitting through the pages of an old album, Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, ......

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...The rain when it came was not unexpected soft at first then larger drops dancing puddles ignored by hurrying passers by I stayed to the end and heard it all that orchestra of sky......

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...Morning Turns the Page Night lies softly across the beach, as delicate as a black, silken scarf, while, underneath its dark veil, the sea is blue tissue paper with whitened finger tips wrapp......

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...When soul meet with soul my warm blood suddenly start running cold; when soul meet with soul, it mystify my spirit and make my body whole. The morning keeps hanging over my head and something pecu......

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...I see a man visiting the graveyard every morning, with a bouquet in his delicate hands—lilies and tulips. He presents them to his wife, a soul lively among the flowers of paradise. He remember......

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...My optics are fooling me, Intuition eluding me, Life is confusing me. I step inside to see, Whats off with my energy, As this feeling pulls at me. Facing everyday tiredly, Fighti......

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... “I’m sorry,” tossed as a stone, each syllable heavy on my tongue, as we weave these threads of consequence into a tapestry faded yet bright, woven with wisdom whispers, and the gleam of......

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