Mats Poems - Poems about Mats

...The beginning of Experience starts with proper planning By:Wiggon Galgrinner From zones to zone they looked to find if planting olives would be profitable the olive tree or Olea Europaea ......

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...{ emo music inspired poem } ELEPHANT WOMAN She is Elephant Woman you cannot hide from her in houses of brick or glass or lined velvet curtains whether it sits o......

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...Run, Girl, Run She was just eleven, small and spry, Her father said, “You’re due, oh my…” A spanking, harsh, the kind she knew, But this time she thought, “Not today, not you.” He called her b......

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...Can you hear that musical sound rising up out of the ground Can you feel that peculiar beat running up and down the vein in your feet, I can’t imagine you are sitting there when all roads leads to o......

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...Stray cats slipped under a waterlogged night only to drift back bedraggled, as if today still pulled at their tails Old Charley Winslow died before the deluge, before the river threw itself o......

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...My hair grows much faster than most You can ask my friends, teachers or ghost If it is in a mohawk by breakfast it is at my shoulders at noon I can usually stand on my locks in the mid-afternoon ......

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...Captivating scents, in delicate layers Ylang ylang , Jasmine and Tuberose flowers Sandlewood, Frangipaini, Lilies and Rose the fragrance of love in a scene so close. Gamelan percussion for th......

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... In Northern lands, where memories reside, A tale of communal living, forever to abide. Among the indigent, a unique bond takes hold, Rich and poor entwined, young and old. On mats, they gat......

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... Lying there, serenely, after a warm jasmined bath, The thought hit me, what if I never again do awake? Just wide eyed in heaven’s home to joyfully partake! I awoke to live in eternal love wi......

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...I am allowed to shower at 5:00 am. Most people don’t get up that early. And even if they are, they are simply crying or rocking, not worried about hygiene. I like to be there alone. There’s no ba......

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...Monday blues are preceded by Sunday yellows And I have always hated these Sunday afternoons To me, they feel so lazy I watch as the world turns silent and still No noise except for the cr......

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...Believe it or not, their ubiquitous webs Are everywhere; they are the dictators Who kidnap, maim, torture and kill teachers, Poets, ordinary folks and babies in their cribs. They rob and ransack ......

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...Sometimes In silence I question citrine stars~ what streams beneath murky waters, Is hope still flowing through rusty ripples, why do we live in an orb of sheer blindness, would the w......

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...In the barn turned snack bar, I scraped the face of my big toe ascending the stairs. I didn’t care. Sucrose sweets, summertime treats belonged between my loosening teeth Rotting wood, bumblebe......

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... Written: January 19, 2024 ______________________________________ Love swells as a glossy plum Love is a heavenly amethyst duet Lambent love, a luscious lake of lulls, Lov......

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