Leathered Poems - Poems about Leathered

...In the book nook I found it— a face no bigger than my palm, leathered and silent, its eyes forever pressed shut against whatever it had seen. Grandma said a missionary friend brought it back fr......

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... Their feathered shields like steel, shimmer in sunlight. Gobbling, wobbling on thorny feet without fl......

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...A mirror never reveals fallen secrets sewn with soulful sequins; time unmutes raven melodies within, tawny tunes of truth~ I once spoke in colorful dialects. Now, I trust just the......

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...This world seen through an old man's eyes Leathered skin both weathered and wise With aching back and brittle bones Still, unafraid of sticks and stones Vision dims but memory's clear ......

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...The midnight pokes out from under the dirt, navy, with chrome trim, catching the moon’s eye, that Ally Sheedy fringe can’t help but flirt, as her 1970’s Audi stands by… idle, cobwebs spinning on ......

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... If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D in bilingualarity "come walk with me"? Wallowing a dance a snake charmer fla......

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...F E A R ... has a phantom voice clinging flesh tethered bones fumbling - yardage uncatchable losing ground ephemeral scope a leathered novelty of jumbling alphabets despairing formatio......

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.... Ding Ding Ding Tap tap tap ‘pon mine leathered shoulder Whilst ......

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...I won’t be angry, I wont get mad, My face will stay pale and my pulse calm I will remember That God has given forgiveness to the devil himself And I will extend that To you I won’t let rage......

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...If it's not organic it's not sexy and probably not all that amusing either. If it's up and down bipolar movement with arms versus legs, it's Yang male energy, and potentially horned up and/......

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...When nylon nights trade crystal colours in the stalls of nimble butterfly wings, I blossom as an irenic origami fervently fabricated with snowflakes of greedy gloom, stealing royal v......

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...I know that all good things must meet their fate, but to die alone would bring such sorrows. None there to reminisce about the past, or to ponder upon the tomorrows. No one there to hold tightl......

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...poetry knows my name haunting me throughout the silence of th......

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...It Raced Red Seamed Weathered, Moist Dry Weathered, Down My Track! A Best In My Steps From The Box, I Sent It, Past The ......

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...Like a broken faucet, your poisonous acid waters the ground Trapping yourself in an assassin's disguise - suffocation there's no sound With every one of your weapons - strewn across your Gucci belt......

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