Limbed Poems - Poems about Limbed

...The dresses on the rack were never mine. Their seams whispered secrets I couldn’t keep, stitched for girls who walked like petals in the breeze, who folded themselves small enough to disappear. I......

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...(after the painting by Vincent Van Gogh) Does she even exist? Doubting her own reality, seeing herself vanishing in undulating undergrowth, fading and merging into summer-scorched scenery. ......

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... Terminology: Crystal booths in a nocturnal snow. significant downpours of shedding stars. This said, feel free to scatter, scrabble or mash. Words are fungible, many still believe that poe......

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...Bacchus confronts us in a shady place, A tangled grove, and he, astride a cask. Gross limbs and belly, small besotted face, And lips pursed to the uptilted flask. A buxom dryad, white against his......

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...There is nothing to distinguish this day from any other down on the beach children splash into the shallows dogs sprinting after soggy balls flung from loose limbed strollers while swall......

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... What do you reckon Venus of Milos was doing when she was fully limbed? Was she thinking Deep thoughts Holding the apple Measuring the gravity Of her life? Was she,......

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...Alfred Joyce Kilmer Tribute ''Trees'' via rehash VIDEO presentation: Alfred Joyce Kilmer, penned name, 'Joyce Kilmer,' was killed by a sniper's bullet in WWI at 31 years old, 20 July 30, 1......

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...In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole. It’s a five-star bash at the palace of Ve......

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...Warm are days every Spring as flowers bloom and honeybees buzz in search of sweet nectar. The season of birth and growth Songbirds sing while feathering nests and leaves reappear on b......

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...Climate Change Haiku by Michael R. Burch late November: climate skeptics scoff but the geese no longer migrate. The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct by Michael R. Burch Th......

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...Winter approaches, riding swiftly on northerly winds. Leaves have begun to fall, tumbling upon Autumn breezes. A chill fills the air, eager to settle in, for seasonal changes that ......

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... Nature changes her gown to gossamer chiffon pastels to welcome spring. Daisy wreath in her hair when finch and robins sing. Nature changes her gown. A bright yellow sundress. ......

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...Off-beat pulse, echoed heart to part, Separate slime of sweating art. Body but a corpus, corporal careless muck, Limbed flubber army legs lashing ‘gainst the yuck. Mind but memory in meld wit......

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...With canoe and hook of a jawbone below a great fish Maui snared, and his brothers half-crazed behaving leapt and gouged in frenzy craving. From Palliser Bay to Cape Reinga (departing p......

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...When soft zephyrs are stirring arbor leaves Words may be overheard whispered from trees. Leaned against a trunk, my ears on alert, This ranger heard soft words from a filbert. A long-limbed wat......

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