May Poems | Examples of May Poetry

small baby steps, one at a time take us to our destination ladder of life let’s slowly climb at peace in tranquil cessation we dwell in form by night and day and therefore we are hypnotised but in the void of cessation truth of God can be realised let us celebrate the stages of our spiritual ascent inspired by counsel of sages to accord love...

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May flowers warm air may baskets dafodills tulip fest graduation post prom parties senior skip day balmy weather preparing garden sandals and beaches a summer romance memorial day veterans in parade...

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There are towel-drying winds. parks grow soggy with small dogs. May is an old man riding a bike backwards. It is oil for the broken engine in the barn. Wetness folds this way and that the sky unzips a larkish sunshine. We hear nestlings in their reservoirs of dew. New life bubbles in puddles, the green and tufted arrive out of nowhere, boys' fish...

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You May Not Like This There Is No Bossy Boss Giving Orders To The Innocent. I Love It. -Gray Squirrel 06-11-2025 ...

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Wed, 2024.05.01 By May, three months went passed, We enjoyed three day trips to the nature. We respected and polite to each other. Somehow I started having feelings for you. I knew from the beginning, Our relationship could not go beyond than this. But my brain could not control my heart, So it started to contemplate some ideas, By not using the facilities at...

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There is order to my chaos an urgency to make things right I have ambitions I can taste dreams that must be set in motion once I see the morning light There is order some my chaos a plan when all you see is madness I fear that I’ll run out of time I long to leave my affairs most orderly A fine book...

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The scent of May draws me to the lilac bush It has blossomed this year into a tall tree Her fragrance is unmistakable Her blooms seem darker than ever She awakens my sense of joy I am in awe of this purple queen Do you smell the lilac? I ask a little one She nods, but I wonder Is she smelling lilac or...

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The ocean may be the drop behind her white noise The ocean may move Ariel's heartthrobs away, as breaking waves chance with her voice — to work down tears in salty poise, The ocean may ...

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B-52: a city on its own. You mess with us, we’ve got technology. I loved it when we flew into the zone: as Ernie said, “We’ll kill ’em till they’re free.” My job? To watch the black cascade of death and myriad explosions in the woods: Louisiana lilt – “You hold your breath,” that’s Ernie’s voice – “delivering the goods!” The pretty...

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2024.5.26 Sunday, My house was broke in. The next day, you messaged me "Good morning". Two hours later, I explained about the robbery. "Invaded?? i went past and saw The police van this morning. I was a bit worried that Something might have happened." From that day, every evening, You came to my place and stay till quite late. You made sure I was protected, Until...

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I saw the bending stems of lively green— Where stalked a little sun of yellow bright. Should love be like a flow’r, a sweet nineteen, And May, a month so dry and passing rites. Of fondest dearing names I say and tell, Adoring in ways never thought I’d say. Alas a wind of chill and heat did fell, A sign for...

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May is the season of Rain droplets of soft note tapping rhythm into my coat tip— tap. tip— tap. she walks with me and starlight for a silent talk midnight May is the season of Rain I watch her dance as sun sinks beneath the fence— tip— tip— ...

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Stand up, Won’t lay down 'til I stack up. Fed up with the brokenness A liq just gonna tease me Focus, Pull up in a Lotus. Fly on essential, Throw up like bulimic With you she a padlock, With me she a secret. Convenient, Don’t take life too serious. Articulate, Went and took one She missed on her period. For my dogs, I’m ruthless, Like John Wick, I...

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With an ingenuine saccharine la-di-da The hoity toity woman said “hi” to ma A want to be royal, an aristocrat stated poser, false Sheila name of Pat My brother was smitten right away He gave her his best times of day Pat could have been a clock tower shooter He did not see this at all, my brother Tooter She is so refined...

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Sexually explicit meme more real day originally written May 31st, 202_ humorously, posthumously, and tempestuously expressing woes from the top of my talking head to gnarly nails of (this little piggy fame) toes in sore need and want of a podiatrist I suppose, which keratin structures at the end of plates of meaty ten digits topping off little feet dextrous enough...

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