Muddy Poems - Poems about Muddy

I see some mud attached to my bike's wheel. I just don't take notice since my path is cemented. Until, I recall some path have potholes soiled. Now, I know life on the way gets muddy, sometimes....

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Down below the snow capped mountains stood a woman by the Muddy waters.the water flowed down through the river bed premonitions went through her head. Green acres stretched from side to side distancing beauty of a great find.a picturesque sight of beautiful landscapes shown brightly as the snow melted off the hills to the valleys...

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Dear guys,size and weight doesn't really matter, A small...

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My first sleepover was when I was almost eight, camping with my friend. Our tent wasn't store-bought, just a tarp wrapped around some stacked-up bails of straw. We lived on a farm; did I mention that before, or did I skip that? Anyway, we did; and that's how we went camping when I was a boy. We weren’t set up yet, when suddenly, it's raining and we're getting soaked. My...

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“Muddy and Misunderstood” Your thoughts towards me are a reflection of you My thoughts towards you are more than likely muddy and misunderstood (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) ...

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He said it was muddy. I refused to believe it as it was snowing.  We were on a high avalanche. But we were both too advanced in this world!  He said it was snowing. I refused as it was snowfall. That led to a never-ending snowball!...

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Out of the mud, springs of solid souls come forth smeared by the dirt, but not stained with the stigma in the vile sparks of inhumanity, a wellspring of humanity is birthed putting smiles on furrowed souls, fiercely putting out the darkness I am unabashed about the trenches, from there staggering ingenuity sprouts!...

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Joy, breathless joy, sings to the robin, spring Coloring hearts and heavens in wonder Delighting souls with dazzling hues to bring Raining light through lives who love the thunder Despite miracles and peace, the flowers Spring’s breath silences the glistening kiss Winter’s echoes evoke pulsing showers Darkening the dreams – spring isn’t all bliss Just beyond snow, drizzling over prayers Thick, murky earth offers...

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The day is industrial olive oil. Mudfish thrash on the shores of thought. I grin a lot with my eyes, grinners return my eyes to me - no one wants them. The morning's dull certainty haunts me like a lugubrious condor, wet ropes of laden gravity drag me around. Nothing irritates me more than nothingness. Ghost-talk filters through a sluggish ennui even the ghosts are boring. The mudfish have...

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By a creek I sink my feet in yesterday’s rain. A swirl of green water sucks at my boots. Water rats swim near not afraid of my stillness. A willow tree sheds yellow catkins they drop like magical caterpillars wriggling as they learn to swim. I scratch an itchy nose, creek, rats and willow dreams sink away into nothing much, just the usual mud....

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Heart of brave Courage circle, of friends not a kin They become a wide shoulder when he wanted to lean Their pure soul pour, overflowing happiness Plenty of wild thoughts overwhelmed with tenderness From back then until now With timelessness, they filled his flaw He was a lost boy founded again Cleared shadows, serene his pain They value his life, validate his oneness Hoped him...

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Don’t fall in the muddy river Your strength is not meant to shiver You must understand things hidden Corruption decides the forbidden For the truth to be known to you But, evidence proves it is true Be careful in your quick belief Of knowledge stolen like a thief Evil spreads like a wildfire By corrupt who hide and conspire But, when numbers of us do...

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I was never particularly proud Hearing Mother yelling “For cryin’ out loud! I have just mopped the floor, Before you opened the door Muddy boots in the house are not allowed!” May 28, 2021 "Bite Size 3" Poetry Contest sponsored by Line Gautier...

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its just the way you're sewn together the way DNA twists and bends a bow legged soul going around every mud puddle encountered.. then bragging about having been there-done that while having done nothing and been nowhere wrapped tight inside a varicosed veneer cornucopia etched "untested comfort". i like to splash in mud puddles that you've avoided taste the grit of life pass a...

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You’re the world’s worst hiking buddy How did we end up so muddy Not even sure we can scrub it! How would I know Can’t stick my hand in that hole I thought you had the first aid kit Yea I dragged a little back Put too much in my pack Still we came here to walk as a team So I wore the...

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