Inhabiting Poems - Poems about Inhabiting

... At last, the traffic comes to a halt.. the powdered clouds peep between hill tops as a lingering sigh pinches my flesh-- half weary, half shimmering in hours moist with late afternoon'......

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...The peace they display is a ripe fruit from thousands of battles, They walk among us, in a silence that intrigues and soothes, We think they have always been this way, under a benevolent star, But......

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...Our gifts boxed up Pitched across the horizon Such sweet things The elegant simplicity of us You wrap yourself around me Reaching through my chest Your soft hands cup my heart Love is the a......

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...Unblessed by democratic health, Trumpian authority seems to believe disturbed chirping and well-oiled chatting are His OneGod messianic duty to speak hard Capitalized efficiency expert Com......

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...February 27th, 2018 literary tinkering rejiggered October 11th, 2024 I believed fortune cookie maxim cryptic message couched Apple Macbook Pro update process alternately titled “markedly a L......

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... ------------------- I find myself with just myself reflecting on undelivered letters of winters past-- the most bitter front glazing evenings where a fireplace becomes a chilled shelter of sh......

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...We fall in love with angels inhabiting a person, The heartstrings that are pulled in a stare, Through the eyes and into the soul, We recognise them as our own, A piece that fills the void, Our o......

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...Silence reigns supreme in my reich No don (except me) doth trumpet within the aborted barren reach of freedoms within expansive realm, I annexed courtesy manifest destiny, which peoples now in......

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...I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom. Umberto Eco, Foucoult’s......

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... The creek was the color of weak tea, a bronze brew that filtered light to bathe the bottom in the soft glow of an autumn morning. Even after a long summer, the water was still high up the......

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...Breathe Again Did I truly accumulate years of experience, or were they merely years of monotonous repetition? The echoes of my past reverberate, etching pain into the fabric of my love life and work......

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... Sometimes, in uncertain outcomes, as life agitates, It can sway either way, maneuvering on the edge, For a difference rather modest, makes the final call, When a narrow margin determines a win o......

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...I'm a guest in this earthly tomb, just one of many inhabiting fleshly rooms We've come to a place where the flesh is doomed until our ascension when the soul's exhumed We're consumed by earthly t......

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...Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens Though written three hundred and sixty five days ago, the following poetic commemoration doth not warrant any modification. Said prolific author born Fe......

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...Life is a song, incomplete, yet soothing— lullabies lulling the world to sleep with its balladic lilt, gently swaying to the depths of its nomadic syncopation. Where I can subdue archaic h......

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