Hushing Poems - Poems about Hushing

... “The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning” Winter pulled me into Her like I was Her new season and cooly stroked my fevered skin like the contours of my body we......

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... When nightfall dips in palest of gold I feel a sense of indignity, As owl's melody loses its eloquence Through the absence of a safe abode; Where quietude calls for avian coos The kind ......

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...Blooming flower in Spring's light, Petals blooming without fright. Wandering breezes yet to grow, Still moving ever slow. Sunshine touching the skin, Light finding the areas within. Sweet fragr......

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...Gold! Gold! Dassel screamed: he had found gold! And so what we were told, he stuffed his pockets and told the fellas to pull him up.They had straddled a well rig used to clean shallow wells to lower ......

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...“The Marketplace” Today the marketplace is open. Ready with crisp linens for handfuls of gold. Hordes of buyers stomp the asphalt scurrying by and through to the next. I have worn my smile. ......

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...On those dark, winter evenings, when the frost tinged wind burns your skin with each weak sputtering breath, I find myself longing for a crisp walk along the shore. Sand, not yet touched on this ne......

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... Writing joy, over the skies in gentle glitter, starry stories erasing the darkness, clearing the way for the music of serenity, the blessings of His grace, the secrets of an intimacy… ......

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...~ Among watching forbidden archangels saunter sullen paths I reflect mandragoras through evanescent gleams of orrery elegies, whirling into significant distr......

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...III. It used to be that a school girl in a bathroom was safe, away from predators while in a vulnerable state. But now weaponized ‘compassion’ for the mentally ill puts confused men in there w......

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...Life shattered by the state merciless and heavy handed... It may seem as if a fate threw you here to be stranded. All alone with your sorrow, with the grief stamped on your soul for today and......

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...Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage... This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith, (i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole insync as a......

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...Walking exhausted through the busy streets, I kept drowning in the pool of thoughts. Ignoring the dreadful sight of creeps, Gazing at me addled in all sorts. With tears streaming down my face, ......

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...Stared at two passionate lines for the longest time! What I wrote…as if in a trance, is this a verse? Tears fell, one after another… Every drop, every translucent pearl of grief Long encased in a......

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... "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."   E.E. Cummings Amber hues kissed twilight's platinum pigments that night, beckoning ivory pearls to weave patter......

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...Days come and days go, again and again rushing forward, knowing it'll never slow. Modus long before first life could begin, crossed the cosmic face of sun's starry glow. Time turns into weeks a......

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