Number Poems - Poems about Number

it’s still brick ...

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in the foundry ...

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Yorkshire’s blessed treasure chest best take their Test berth as they surf the crest out on the hallowed turf The self anointed..God’s own country..didn’t rest..hasn’t disappointed..simple ploy Plucky…lucky to be an envoy that still has the joy..zest of a boy The honed treacle toned timbre of their timber toy Well when you’ve researched the top of the queue in...

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… do you love me, woman it is cloudy in this street as that sandalwood perfume stretching between our arms here everything of it is gone with the floods and good you are the only tree left behind and love is the...

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number to call in case you are mad but what if you are glad? what if you are glad? You may call it also if you are sad But where is the number to call if you are glad?...

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The razor; It slipped Leading to Unexpected consequences. The redness Splashed and spread, Splashed and spread....

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Driving down the black tongue Of the desert highway Mirages rise Like pools of water on the highway Reflecting even the sky beneath Suddenly, a darkness arises A flatness on the pale horizon; There is no time or purpose to slow down - It rises, and engulphes the world We move into it And it...

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Te quiero , I love You,Ti amo, there have been songs endearing some worth sharing some I dare not romantic lyrics sounds you hear it I Love You sounds great when your the number one guy tell me I love you when I'm bruised by your loving and I'll ask myself why Fussing and cussing all about with a tear in my eye and you say I'm foolish and I...

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You were a poem with bad grammar. I revised you in my mind until your hands almost made sense. You touched me like punctuation— brief, deliberate, never intending to be part of the plot. And I let you, because absence feels cleaner than false presence. Another name in the drawer. Another night I slept skinless. The body is so forgiving when you lie to it beautifully....

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If in all innocence broccoli brings out flatulence not to dwell but how many unfortunate smells will it impart from a single floret and in the end when it rends does it sound like a bassoon or clarinet? And what about the brussel sprout? No doubt it will create heady fallout and if on the quiet you ever diet or fast as you are...

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CATOGORY LOVE ------------------------- to inspire: Capsaicin Anaheim __________________ It completes the sound it makes itself perfect it's recommended to those who who love and those aspire to be loved I must apologize I became bored with you knowing what you'd say often lead me to be with others It's exactly what you think and true to form might you forgive me that I shall heed Cupids call might you...

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Nothing But A Number! Don’t speak of sorrow, don’t pretend.. You were no lover, not a friend. I gave you chances through every tear.. You traded love for someone near. You lied with ease, you cheated more.. While I stood aching at your door. Tanya in Denmark, then Laura’s bed.. You stitched your guilt where I bled. You spun your tales and smiled wide.. While...

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Streetlight dander. Jawbone asphalt. Blink razors carve her iris script. Rib stars ovulate in feral grates, mechanical tongue juts a bloodline breath. Keystroke ruin writes in collapse, a waveform lodged in sternum glass. Lipsticked rodeo—a gash in faded denim Banana-knuckled hands torch filterless ghosts. Tree-call through copper root systems. Wire-pluck storm, vapor chews the stock market Cancer caught in molar hush, brined in citrine static. She opens...

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Numbers change, years fly by. I observe internal changes with curiosity, pleasure and interest, with less interest, no pleasure in external ones well, here it is I'm moving on......

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