Mangroves Poems - Poems about Mangroves

...Level sands stretched beyond the range of vision Sluggish blue waters touching the grey seaboard Waves crashing on rocks with a lingering sound The surging waves erasing footprints like wipers Py......

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...Angry Birds Crowing. Distressed Echoes Find God. Hapless, Infernal January. Karma Levels. Mangroves Neutralized. Ornithological Panic. Questions. Razed, Sawdustted Toyon. Unsheltered. Vaporiz......

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... Water was sacred either as a shower squirted out of a sprinkler on the backyard lawn to run through and cool us on hot summer days or splashed from a font when making the sign of the cros......

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..."Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, which once vibrated with indigo streams in sparks of salient storms ~ I soar across melancholic mangroves, fathoming, if I am the......

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... All I remember is rampant rain and a loud bang. As dawn distilled through a canopy of palm trees, glimpses of light reflected like emeralds on leaves. I felt blessed in its warm golden glow, ......

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... "The Pages" Missing all those years like a page you could turn, a book you could throw casually aside, to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries; at som......

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... "Another Better World" These little sins you smoothly skip across the waters of fairweather lives like darkness hidden underneath deadly white lies, like throwin......

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... "We can't ever fathom, when the ceasing flicker of hope flutters away, and escapes to an endless forest......

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... This is a lil tribute for our beautiful 'Ink Empress' as a token of gift, on this special sunrise, as it's her Birthday today ~ She has been the guiding light for my heart and soul, in my dar......

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...Can blackwater lilies sing forth sonnets of daylight and unsung those cacophonous notes of omen, which rhymed with sombre elixir of spruce rivulets and veiled your crimson tou......

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...An exuberant falcon she is, isn’t she? Being the aviator of my flight of thoughts. Cares less she to heed, whenever in adoration, I Do call her for a chat - she is ......

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...She stood upon her weary raft Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath With every row she rippled suds Within the shadows deep as bloods Traversing dead lilies and stenching muds Oar scraping roo......

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...A quiet cove with mangroves Sitting in beach chairs "That sounds wonderful," you say But in my dream we both were there I don't recall that much detail Other than to say Our feet were cooli......

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...Conch Sound the garden of North Andros the place where my father's navel string lay The settlement sits on the vicinity of the waterfront with old Bahamian vessels piloted by One Eyed Jacob drif......

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...Oh! good people ,         Congolese of Democratic                   Republic of the Congo, One of good and kind nations in the World                       Very hospitable                      ......

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