Inclemency Poems - Poems about Inclemency

...The staff of my Father enjoining the past futurity’s herding a bleating morass The bloodline of orphans forever is linked tattooing the flock with invisible ink The first time the last time whe......

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...Tempests of inclemency Cyclones filled with pain Tornadoes come and go at will With nothing to remain Caught inside their whirlwind Whose spin to wreak and hurl A demon vortex roaming......

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... A red-throated hummingbird, betrayed, begins the annual rite of packing up his nest, in response to the mercurial spinning of winds, and the twisted temperaments of weather. Distant fr......

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...In the chapel wherein Joe laid, his son stood, those final moments, needed. A reflective image of one’s boyhood flooded through his mind, fourteen years he has lived, yet somehow a hope of emulati......

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...HAPPY HOLLIDAYS ~~~~~*~~~~~ Storms in summer not nice! Torrents falling as solid ice! Holliday makers pay the price, indoors now, must sadly suffice. Oh no, lightning and thu......

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... 'I love you' moistens on your lips I watch it, breathless, as it drips coating, sweet, my foolish heart now hopeless in its guileful grips once I trilled tha......

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...Biting cold, blustery winds, Ever the way January begins! A time for snow and frozen rime, That sees me composing rhymes In scathing censure of its wiles! Needless to say our snow piles Get muc......

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...Everyone must walk in The footsteps of someone Who has gone on before them. Sometimes they can Continue to greatness, Sometimes those footprints may lead you astray The footsteps I leave are s......

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...MEGALITHIC TREES AND US IN VIRGINIA WINTER The inclemency of winter has stripped the towering trees of their peacock foliage of fall; gravity sucking them back to the womb that gave birth ......

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...This craggy place vehemently clings to dawn’s perpetual shadow, the desolate wind arbitrates with the warm body! Mine. To the west grey stone fuse with inhibited sky, within the brownish brack......

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...It's the end of my purposeful day, a prostate being in prayer with much sincere accord, and my gratitude is not hurried away; it is persistent in its allegory already conceded... Days don't......

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