Long Hang by a thread Poems

Eyes wide open, they tear as the wind strikes my face.
The sun is golden, hiding behind the lies, crying out to all of us.
I turn the corner and press against the gravel that has found
Its...

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Anna left early from Soho
But still she got caught in the storm
Due at 5:30, it’s quarter to ten
She should never have driven alone

Maybe she’s parked at a rest stop
Or maybe some roadside motel
Or maybe we...

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Oft'times I see my friends all 'round
Lke leaves of Autumn, floating down
And softly drifting, side-to-side
A passive dance, on zephryn tide

Then when the ground is covered o'er
A million leaves! A billion! More!
Each leaf contributes its full...

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If only I could shake off long rigorous winter;
and embrace secret hidden in the cool of spring.

Enlivened by nature; the twitter sound of the Scarlet Tanager,
its red-orange and black feathers, the flame of spring.

As the...

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The treasure I have is buried again,
He will never find it, for he abused what he had,
Taken advantage of a heart so willing to give,
His own selfish reasons so egos agenda can live,
His tactics and...

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So many pages of scribbled rhymes
So many books I've read
Encased by my costume of indifference
While inside I hang by a thread
None of my teachers have prepared me for this
Yet no textbook could help me now
Each...

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Through the street, bellows spill its music
      accompanied with voice.
    Brooks heart enjoying the beauty,
      when the full moon comes.
  ...

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the hardest substances in life are 
stubborn- beautiful 
and slice to the soul
hang by a thread 
ride you like the wind
then leave you to your alone

then fires draw near and grow brighter
the breakers start to...

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The neurologist hung me out to dry
“No cure,” says he as I hang by a thread
All dressed up and wanting to fly
Took torturous tests that I did dread
What?  No means of comfort? Have I...

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A hair crack runs down her porcelain face.
She’s framed in a moth eaten tattered dress
that is trimmed in satin and yellowed lace.
Her skin powdered, with a look of duress.

In her blank eyes she trys to...

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We Will Be Landing Shortly

By Elton Camp

People who fly might have a nervous fit
If they take a little peek inside the cockpit

Dials, knobs, switches and gadgets galore
No pilot can know what they are all for

The...

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Numbered Days
Written: by Miracle Man
May 27, 2021

The world it seems, is in dire straits today,
It seems many, are neglecting to pray.
On very little does mankind agree,
it’s always the other guy, never me.

Instead of counting blessings,...

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