Moss Grown Poems - Poems about Moss Grown

...I did not summon these thoughts—they arrived already breathing, wrapped in the salty cloak of silence, like relics rising from the forgotten graves of someone else's ruins, where echoes dance like......

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... When the leaves fall, gently as the first kiss From the mother who has just discovered the wonder Of motherhood, the music – so very good… Aching prayers, faded into the moss-grown forest......

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... Seeping through families of oaks, Surrounded by pines, laurels and all… Gentle leaves, so alive – yes, they breathe, Silent like the peace I find here, Enclosed in their embrace, Soft music......

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...Here I stand before hundreds of moss grown graves There is a mournful silence that extends Through the weed grown path, no traveller walks The place, some morbid warning portends Hu......

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...As I stand before this old, dilapidated house, A structure fast decaying and about to crumble, With its walls painted grey and white, And the plaster bearing cracks and marks, Memories l......

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... "A dagger of pain, a tear of grief." Quote by _Constance I go to the forest where we once walked, and stroll down the paths where we laugh......

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...“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house, can you hear the whispering? " Quote by _Constance La France Standing before this old, dilapidat......

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..."A graveyard is the only place where all distictions are leveled and the rich and the poor rest together in peace".... By Poet Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West With an ......

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...Making it known in the twilight zone, an unknown, error-prone player reached a milestone using follicle stimulating hormone to produce a phytohormone clone of Alicia Silvestone honed from a ......

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...Gazing into the heavy eyelids of the sun In the sacred silence of the dusk Through a route obscure and lonely I walked on until reached before a grave yard My thoughts curled round t......

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...Where do all the Pooh sticks go, you lovingly selected, dropped in the water, on their way? Then ran across the bridge to witness how they fared, alone, without your guiding hand. All now slithe......

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...Three petals down, I feel moss-grown... Nightcore is the tempestuous phrase, She feels withdrawn, I reclose, He indrawn his heart, I disclose... Until this night is over, All alone, I can'......

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...Take that road down yonder, she said Toward the signpost that reads, lickskillet Turn right up thar and then left after that To a highfulootin road that’s paved in black After you see the red s......

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...We built a chinkless wall Without blueprints at all. We did not pause to think About this wall of ours, As stone by stone it rose Above our tiptoed eyes. Trash piled up on both sides Of what......

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...OLD FOLKS Gone those elder-respecting days - An ancient could well topple over As uncouth youth speeds around him The Walmart express departs My God! Look what’s been left behind – A mul......

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