Meadowed Poems - Poems about Meadowed

...Beyond bright garish flashes of neon lights, blaring music and drunken barroom fights, it's my wish to find tranquility and solitude within a realm where the moon is red-hued. I'd gladly wander a......

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...When wantonness elopes the green a blaze of colour occurs stretched far into the day The reciprecent celebrates the elopers attention The golden hum of bees pervades along the meadowed stretch ......

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...What, if any, shall my love be; if tho is not there in the meadow of our season? Will our love wilt as flowers do in the burning sun without thy water to sip into its roots? Shall we not meet by the ......

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...“A photograph on the sunny side of the mountain" There reclines a young pair, In sepia tin-type tones, ......

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...A handy dandy family thing, I did not know from Adam Monstrous disembodied giant hairy hand... reached out thru Macbook Pro Lenovo external screen "no way can this be real," I muttered to no o......

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...Dr. Sue Johnson, developer of Emotionally Focused Therapy, rooted in an Attachment Theory that organic creatures live healthier more robust compassionate and prosperous lives when their origin......

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...I stumbled on a hovel in the woods Dug in a foothill roofed with mossy shakes. Inside, its furthest wall was made of stones Piled high to make a chimney and a hearth. Two stovepipes served as dra......

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...II. Through long hills and dense forest, Slocumb’s dogs pulled the sleigh. Faint traces of Red Billing’s trail guided Dan along the way. He found the frozen Indian, torn apart by many scaveng......

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...It was a rainy night out on the moors On roan-backed steeds we met Lost my breath to your steely eyes And hair so glistening wet. But now it’s all come to a head The postures and the lines Yet ......

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...The hard cold road of Winter ends At green meadowed gates of Spring As dove's wings flutter feathers bend And birds once again want to sing Sun's warm eye has opened anew Giving its glare to e......

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...- My braces are pinching me and I remove them but really I only want to get closer The harder grasses prickling our arms but why does she complain so little The sun beats down and the clagg is......

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