Lunging Poems - Poems about Lunging

...If ever we needed to ventilate, it is now…the thickening tragedy of lies have become too heavy for the respiration of living truth… Indeed…the dire situation has reached lunging c......

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...Abandoning the expected, you’ll find clarity in chaos, allowing our minds lens to transform, tune in, brighten Believing in you is being just you, the simplicity of you, ......

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...If I could reach within myself and pull out my soul a freed spirit on which wings grow soaring high and pierce the blue sky into the universe fly the cosmos rhythm and rhyme old and new as time ......

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...In this town or nation of ours I felt that one house is a palace at least globalization raises such fact that sometimes tis nationalism and patriotism?. I did not mean the other hous......

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...The limb elongates in the bodies flayed attempt at survival. Internal struggle, intelligently struggling in the maintaining of oxygen in a Bold yet desperate display. Feeble gravities Lungi......

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...I live in a world of brutal ice and cold Despite the temperature being five below... these fingered handy limbs awash with profuse sweat dripping palms analogous to a bloody busted gushing wat......

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...Scottish dog sits on his Celtic mama’s lap Barking, growling, and lunging at every sap Who dares to try to court his mama, Miss LaBlap. You’ll never get married, says her Grandpa Rap. That may ......

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...The dogs were barking up their lungs Lunging at the door, as if there were murderers in the yard I said to my husband “maybe we should not answer the door.” No one tells that man what to do. He we......

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...Stuffed heads on imposing walls beady glass eyes, glare. The house is stuffed with horns, tusks, fangs, and jowls. Many a taxidermic glower, gazes down, with a moth-farmed visage. Slaughtere......

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...Took a breath Of your death Upon my tongue… Burnt a lung… In the process Of my hopeless state I’m making progress As of late, as of late So young and awkwardly long I can’t believe I don’t......

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... Sylphs, Fairies, Imps, Sprites Moonlighting on the dark side Bitstreaming the Night Ology fractured Today's Client, a new breed That's the business Mushrooming sales, sniffs Crystal......

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...This is the best of times materially This is the worst of times spiritually We live like Kings never satisfied The more we acquire the more we desire ......

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...The roundest, orangest, nicest pumpkin I find In a farmer's field ten miles from town. Uncarved and free from ghoul's design with unsaid prayers, I set my pumpkin down. I set it down in grass ......

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...** SCENES FROM HOME ** The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing The woman with her still raining, trickling water......

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...Shore lights buttress the sky's vaulted dark and shed a solemn hush along the river's reach. Set upon a calm, fishing boats drift the night towing lines of vicious hooks. Below them, the ......

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