Mire Poems - Poems about Mire

It is just another day To be used as we like To choose joy as our companion Or embolden friction and strife It is just another hour To spend as we desire To embrace love as a mentor Or wallow in customized mire It is just another minute To be valued as a prize To caress truth as life’s foreplay Or nestle with deception and lies It...

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Written: April 21, 2024 For Andrea Dietrich Andaree Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Worry and stress weigh heavy on my spirit. Lately, scowling is my lone licit! Donning threads I don't desire. I heave and acquire. Deep. Dismay! mire Life gameplay Will you tire this dire Expand; love; improve higher...

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Myre's Mire - Horror Poetry they wanted my eyes they wanted to see what I had seen they longed to see what I had seen to know how I laid bare my step on sugar path on foaming hill in raging twist against the wind to throw my stones across the land to walk, as I, deluded there was a house of wood and stone a...

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Their sizes alone show an overshoe, With heavy rains a hunger for them grew. If I put them on earlier, pours due But not normal men do; I tell you ‘Few.’ Boots never a wonder, even The New; In me the sight of them sweet dreams slew, Yet, if I lost them they more than sighs drew: On one occasion into a...

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To touch a leaf upon a tree and watch it shiver with delight and when the sun comes out to play to watch it swing and sway To gaze at shades of verdant greens intoxicated by their light anticipating hugs of warm from arms that want to go away this druid...

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Complaining, complaining That is all you do! Refraining, refraining From the flow of negativity! You have caused a river of pessimism To enhance the essence of your life The alignment of your words to the circumstances of life Will shelter an unbearable image That will put you in a cage! The mire of murmuring Has created a wire around your life! Negative...

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Spring buds Bursting Like popcorn stuck on sticks Raising my perspective to Gallivant In knee-high tickle grass Nested In the strew of stony rocks Festooned With sphagnum and lichen Frothed with droplets Of glistening crystal lather Moored in glade and rill Plundered in claggy stodge Boggy green and juicy with rain The jaunt sloshes with plunger feet Air raids above Signal Whirring wispy winged ghosts Bombers Buzzzzzzzzzing Skitting overhead Barely black shadow fellows Intent in reaching their target Synced...

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There was no place to wade in the stagnant pools of Corona. The virus sank our feet into the mire. Help was on the way, as we submerged into the cesspool....

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somewhere a head lays on a bed upon nudge hill and laughs at the rain © Harry J Horsman 2019...

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Cleared Away Mire Cleared away mire and started to aspire; Goals started growing higher and higher; Though am inept, Mission did accept; While we wish Trump would soon expire. Jim Horn...

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My tortured weary body aches, While my minds bright embers aglow, The songbirds of sorrow awaits, Reaping dark empty seeds I sow. Lost traversing aimlessly through, The lush spring prairies full of life, I seem to unknowingly choose, Desolate vast tundras of ice. A colorless empty wasteland, Slows down my once wondrous journey, Turning my hueless eyes face down, Numbing the thoughts that concern me. Devaluating precious...

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Mire Without a Quag There once was a mire without one quag Who had happened to look like an old hag And bag who surely was way beyond belief On her shoulder held a gripe and also a grief. As you can now see I forgot to add the chip Not sure how far out she was liable to flip There...

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An Entire Mire Found poem in my mind in an entire mire It never had any desire to try and expire And in my three fingers poem appeared Before twilight of life I feared ever neared. Was brilliant beginning of a writing career That appeared before me exactly right here Might forget poem so better write it down Or in pity and sorrow...

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The Balking Mire of Fanghandrath ‘Twas late when the misted veils Suck and drew ‘pon the reeking fetters of claxon screams Wailing echoed dismal to Too late for lantern to pick a path In the trickster passages Of the boggish marsh The Balking Mires of Fanghandrath Where ‘oer the shake-ed sheaves domain The Shadow Hunter was know to claim The souls of less fortune given men Or...

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I know not one Who is not and cannot be The best of the world And be in the world of the best I know not one who is and cannot be The joy of the world And have the world of joy And, I know not one Who is not and cannot be The worst of the world And be the...

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