Middle(A) Poems - Poems about Middle(A)

...At the Des Moines River’s Road End There was a sharp tricky right bend Prickly pines there were ready to defend Graveled middle, a modern MODOT trend Weeds that flittering faeries often tend M......

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...I left the village and trudged towards the small wood, Junipers, covered with berries that looked so good. It was an inviting place many knew about It was luck I found it, few cared I have no doub......

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...Off from formal stage's pageantry Collisions of pewter play tenor to horn Vessels filled with mead, wheat-gold, Foam. Monks trade lines with scops Who tile a church, swapping agricultural ......

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...Imagine a pie chart Through the middle a line One half is your view The other is mine Now imagine a pie chart All the views of mankind Some see a small slither Same approach everytime ......

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...The end, the beginning, nearer than far The middle a wasteland —to banish and tar (Dreamsleep: June, 2021)......

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...a small tremor in middle america not enough to scare the cat but the cat knew a mess on the desk the thin vase with its lone chrysanthemum toppled spilled water printing a figure smudged ......

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... In the middle, a calm steady breeze and we inhale the obvious freshness In the sky, our sun hides its face and clouds swell and spy on canopies The first round bulb of a drop of the rain ......

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...Lucy went window shopping Downtown at the antique shop They had a sale on lockets So she went inside to browse It did not take her long to choose To spot a round silver locket She notice it h......

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...Up or down forward or back Polarity ends in a panic attack Start, stop the stillness portends The middle a wasteland lost years of pretend Before or after in front or b......

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...My search is over, found my rainbows end entrance has gold door with silver knocker I turn the diamond crusted door handle met with prism of colour on entering spectrum of colours certainly exce......

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...the day was harsh in reminding of eternal imprisonment (as the gates closed to my cage) … to tortured senses & a burning heart - how i could end for Lack of Luck. for once was done wi......

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...When it is quiet, and you are alone, Which does your mind prefer… to Search for “truths” that have been found? Or, to question… and to Find your own answers and truths? Do you build your la......

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...If I were rIch I’d live just here, and enjoy the bliss of “no bills to fear “ we’d toast our crumpets by the fire and watch the rooks play on the distant church spire: and ajacent… I’d build......

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...Standing looking across sweeping thoughts and hopes alone crying into distant faraway hills and valleys dreaming I saw before me a big white puff of smoke Drifting low circling from out of c......

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...Standing looking across sweeping thoughts and hopes alone crying into distant faraway hills and valleys dreaming I saw before me a big white puff of smoke Drifting low circling from out of c......

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