Movements Poems - Poems about Movements

Life moves time along relentlessly Old-timers swept along resistantly ...

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At dawn, when the sky smiles... I bow, pray at length to seek. If true, as God would have me; At it, my swiftness should awake hope. Where there seems none, my styles... Possibly without remorse, though weak; Cum certainty of what to be, such sea- I swim through its boundless spell, off rope. At noon, when the sky frown, I race, hustle all...

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I just follow the seatplan, but a friend of mine suddenly chose to sit on mine. On the chair and table I always sit on, to just do what needs to be done. I looked right, seeing him sitting there and the chair next to him being empty. Is it going to be weird if I ask her if...

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Into the funneling drains, go the lesser drains, as they flow or seep. Culverts coalesce, the rain keeps moving, the flushed keep swimming through their own momentum. Is there an end to the flowing, the passing through? The highest dams, the longest levee or dike cannot hold back, not a single drop ...

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Please, quit saying that one may be strict And peoples movements hardly restrict. The strict could your blood vessels constrict, A people confine to a district: Have the rather free into jail tricked And forgotten while God's Time ticked. They just have strong links: 'strict' and 'restrict', Because 'Strict' often says 'Restrict': A criminal's captured neck constrict......

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Arthur swore he'd be less brotherly, When his brother got disorderly. He would want their mum less motherly To get him back to being orderly A shock from one paid as orderly His movements are scarcely soldierly Many things handling haphazardly, Though his allowance quite niggardly; Toes from shoes saying it jaggedly... Orderly whose walks much zigzagged And finest garments the ragged....

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Turn your eyes inward, Follow the flight of the soul. Chase it down the corridors of self, Watching where it flies Trailing fear and electricity--- Until safe upon the inner trails, It stops to rest, Weary from shock. Circle behind, Catch it unaware, Grill it over a low flame For ten minutes. Add potato salad. Serves one....

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Now is the time for us to receive A great refreshing from the Lord We breathe in Heaven's air Feel its fresh breath, restoring life As this season of big changes begin The waves of glory come with the wind The oil of joy erases our helplessness Bringing peace, strength and joy anew We thrive like a green house, our roots soaked With...

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Cleanse your colon the future of poetry demands, and this is just the place for it. Backed-up words = writers block. Void the unavoidable, eliminate the congested proud and loud. Fear not the mess white pages and toilet paper so similar Write on with a lax and easy grace to the next vocalized movement, your next creative peristalsis....

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The Sea pours laments meanwhile Sweet hearts are salted waves spray in whispers...

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Hurricane Haiku: 5 Movements The sea is angry; The winds echo her screaming— The hurricane comes… Torrential waves Carry furry to the shores: Fragility doomed… Island paradise, Poised and ready for combat; Nature’s sad beauty… Nature lashing out— An unwanted canvassing Of hurricane grief:- The calm sea rippling... Lifeless bodies floating death: The storm moves onward....

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At the breaking of dawn The first light of the sun arrives Appearing in the sky After long hours of darkness Sleep and unconsciousness Dreams and illusions A new era dawns in An era of vigours,movements and ambitions Hopes and truths Dreams fade and illusions die And the truths wake up and dawn in With the first sunray As a great surprise A new day and a new...

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It's laborious to elevate on the scale of life, much easier is come down the stairs from the cliff... so simple to walk with the head in the clouds, than ...

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capricious movements among fuchsia impatients.... tiny hummingbird ...

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In here, I lion of toothless in cane, just eye and not much anymore... I peek at life... Outside, life Just races, knocks, exhausts kills itself... the street is urban jungle and life a real beast... !...

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