Moisty Poems - Poems about Moisty

...Unwilling rose  At the entrance of the supermarket a lone rose for sale in a vase  Yes, for sale, at a reduced price  she had been there all day long and no one had been interested in purcha......

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...Soccer mums have gathered up their wayward offspring, one last yellow bus chugs its way through the parked cars. In the local park low clouds have planted patches of mist, gray moisty pools t......

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...Good Morning ! One Misty moisty morning Dew drops dazzling glistening ! Hello children ! Good morning ! Cloudy gloomy is the weat......

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...We were very young and only wanted a few pecans. We roamed from tree to tree, from West to East. This time, we were on the West side of town picking up pecans without fear or trepidation. That is......

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...I did not heed the warning I should have stopped to think It seems trouble finds me Every time I blink I cannot take my eyes off you In case you err again I did not expect this of you You are ......

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...With Easter just a breath away from here the buds of hope are budding for they know beneath the moisty earth a hopeful seer is longing, for a rush of wind to blow ; They take away all sadn......

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...being Born is still new: UP ./ \ON strong wings after long Rainy throaty days i grew while wet-horny drops +died+ seeping into mother earth and her musty-moisty soil; th......

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...Don’t grieve near my grave, Nor sing a sorrow song; Thou witness only body, dress I wore in past; Don't weep 'O' sweetie sweet, I am not dressed, yet not naked; On a jovial vehicle, Moving to......

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...I can't help but smile at the thought I'll be seeing you Butterflies rise up in my stomach, possibly a whole zoo You don't even know, how many times you crossed my mind Walking to get a drin......

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...One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-three That's a crap load of poems I've scribed Still got that many and a whole bunch more You might think I silently imbibe Don't need no joy juic......

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...I stretch my hands in the moisty space ahead, hoping to know the face I ever wanted to see. But hope fades when there is no such of thee, and now I know what is simply to be dead. I stretch my ......

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...The trees, the trees are blossoming! The birds, the sweet birds sing! The grass tilts up in glory now, And crowns my feet its king. King one and two walk through and through, Taking softness, ......

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