Seasons Hyperbole Poems

Let us make man in Our Image
and God responded, then we must
make him strong and healthy, respectful
and kind, blind to color that is not
of the...

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No, my brain is alive, not dead
To know that you hate me
And yet I love you dearly
I practice love not hatred
I care about uncontiditional love
Not...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Nature's divided into four seasons 
each eye-catching in a similar way
and yet, different for many reasons.

Winter's crystalline beauty carries sway
but She is both barren and...

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i map her seasons breast belly winter and thigh as arcane knowledge...

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The air it seems is napping,
It is quiet as a death—
The whispered wheeze of evening,
Muted as the final breath.

Like the hushful stir of shadow,
Sleeping reticent,...

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Pay me in compliments, keep your money 
The unbreakable one wishes not to be bribed
A pride that cannot be loaned 
Expensive swagger that can't be...

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Breathtaking beauty blazes the trees,
Each leaf a canvas for nature's brush.
Autumn mixes fall colors with ease,  
Unveiling shades that make green leaves blush. 
Tinged...

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Spring dapples the landscape in shades of green
as life germinates in a seed or bean.
And wildflowers add color to the scene,
flaunting exotic pigments rarely seen.

Summer...

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On the cusp of the gloaming,
frigid air turns crystal clear.
And the frosted window panes
assume an icy veneer.

The season slowly shifted
as warmer days slipped away.
And Sol's...

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Below thick clouds of misty gray
shifting shadows subdue sunlight.
And shade heat of a summer's day 
below thick clouds of misty gray.
As Autumn starts to find...

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Mosaics of orange and crimson
rot with the last migrating duck.
And barren soil, littered with death,
stripped of its grandeur, turns to muck.

Autumn dawdles well past its...

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Mumbo gumbo's

blind faith

deepening cynicism

in metaphorical

meaninglessness

of judicious social

twaddle's protocol,

they ask, “have you

found Jesus yet??”

'I hadn't a figgy scooby doo

he was lost...'

nothing happens

for a reason

aside from the...

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Hand-me-down myths,
  like ancient monoliths,
    clan's fondest memories
      by nostalgia embellished;

larger-than-life sagas,
  truer-than-truth legends,
 ...

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