Limbs Poems - Poems about Limbs

Crick, Crack,Pop!,—“Ow!”, ach… won’t my joints of ache never relent? The tension—every move— with each attempt to loose—a rigid groove— my muscles,—all efforts to simply break the pressure,—ayayaye,so,taut—,to shake free my body, to feel the strain improve, I’ve tried to stretch myself so to remove the overwhelming cramps and pangs, which rake my shambling corpse.—But ill I...

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following day storm the yard becomes covered by limbs hiding squirrel seen...

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Beneath a galloping wind I am gathering fallen twigs and other broken scrub. Suddenly, head bent to this thoughtless labor, I am aware, now upon my unheeding skin fox ears prick up. The pink shells of seeking fingertips trace my shoreline. An ocean spills over the walls of my heart. Flocks of Robins shower down, a gift from the racing sky? Swift time is confounded, I am transfixed. This very windblown acre instantly...

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Several forever fading fragments of one single shattered dream. Who’s streams of significance flow far behind the shadows of time. leaving behind their minimal minor moments . Which forever engrave themselves deep within the depths of my shattered heart ....

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The crunch of leaves beneath my feet Murmur of hope, a whisper in the shadows Growl of a rainstorm, howl of wind, Clap of thunder rolling across the midnight Skies, blessing, confessing all the wonder An evening filled with the beauty and laughter The inspiration of nature’s bounty, breathing Through the crackle of her turbulent voice Autumn sighs, a hush so beautiful, graceful Like...

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Walking through the woods Surrounded by the oaks Whose whispering leaves sigh Inspiring the heart to listen With an eagerness, an elation Breathless as the imagination Walking through the forest Surrounded by pine and spruce Whose wistful needles groan Reflecting on the promises Earth’s music rains a chorus Insight into the heart’s hopes Walking through the thickets Surrounded by birch and bark Whose rustling leaves breathe Enchanting, enlightening, enthused By the...

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Winter grace fading in silhouettes falling through oak limbs HAIKU CONTEST inspired by BASHO only Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Damned I-Be January 7, 2022 ...

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winter has arrived ill winds have despoiled the leaves~ bare limbs and branches...

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Our time to spin round the world, Back to rock n' roll! Springtime leach's wings speak a lot Back to rock n' roll I've been to Mars still never let hopes In flyin' around the world Our time to spin round the world, Back to rock n' roll Fistful figurative piece of word Back to rock n' roll Riverside fresh, beaches of green Really...

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sunlight blinks softly through naked, wise old branches yearning for spring thaw Any NEW Nature Inspired Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin November 9, 2020 ...

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Ignored Assumed Taken for Granted By George W. Clever-----7 September 2020 Admittedly, there is a most important thing I take for granted You may ask what do I mean by ‘taken for granted’? I mean it is something undervalued I mean it is something underappreciated I mean it is something innately unfailingly available Are you surprised to learn it...

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limbs cage the spirit precipice or protection moments to ponder...

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bare tree limbs and trunk winter wizard waved his wand gifted a white coat...

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*Lurched Lousy Limbs* thick soles seducing eerie earth scrunching tracing tactic trudges cowering cornered crushes pale paths tucked gaunt gaze; gulp! mystic monster smirked nocturnal nature athirst felon fondling first then a twist lurched lousy limbs dactyls callous covering goblin moved monster dragging dainty disaster. 19:12:18:16:54 ~Note~ A goblin fought with a monster who'd claimed dominance before its arrival. At the approach of the goblin, the...

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Decay, decays? Never, this oak lives forever! Bit by beetle bugs that on me did graze. Birds my bark did sever. A broken twig pointed the way of my decline. Twisted...

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