Oil Poems - Poems about Oil

sky cracked hunchback moon spreads her bed window soft glow staging chasing nighttime lifetime coming going sleep tears sleep fears brim full hollow...

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Written By: A. Pseudonym The Motif was decided to precede each new verse The words were written to inspire a sound a big bold beautiful sound happy enough to smile melancholy from the frustration of lacking inspiration having been blessed with those who share the interest of completion and a strong spirt those music lovers are willing to collaborate and compose to complete that full rainbow of emotion that put's signatures on...

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When not out clubbing hey-ho the merry oh at night with the Inuit I suspect by intuit an intrepid Inuk named Nanook a-hunting walrus he would go with his trusty harpoon traipsing 'cross the ice and snow then when paddling afloat he went in the harsh Arctic environment to keep out the bitter cold and damp in the very bottom of his boat there was a fiery...

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For Jason and his Argonauts, golden wool was theirs to fleece For the British, Iran's oil was theirs to drill and steal In '53 the West led Iran's democracy into a tyrant's peace Now we call the trouble since all part of God's grand will So many harsh lessons are learned in winter's darkest days Only to be forgotten as...

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she rose from depths of his despair followed an artistic youthful D ...

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J=Juniper berry oil for hair, U=Urinary health wellness care. N=Natural detoxifier if I dare, I=Improving circulation with a prayer. P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need, E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed. R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed....

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Do you know for a split second you stopped my heart? So I'd feel the jolt when your touch made it restart Your hands paint feelings that never truly depart Those eyes— two gorgeous brown galleries of fine art My words are thick oil; you've painted with them boldly from our start Our duet's masterpiece; allowing us to enjoy every...

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Oil Fields Too many long hours in the day. Many hard days under the sun and in the rain. After so many years, I now understand. You worked a hard job on the land. I don’t thank you enough. With iron you have to be tough. Sun up oil and dirt. I appreciate all your...

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I gaze upon the spectrum of the past in rainbows and oil stains, The lights dissolve into a sea of colors, of green, blue, and red, And I fade with them, like a dream slipping away at dawn, I sigh my words onto the window, a silent poem meeting your gaze. On nights like this, even breathing becomes a...

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The bottle pours too fast, gold-green streaks darkening the wood. It smells like something honest, I wipe it clean before anyone notices. ...

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Hearts shattered Open ice Friendly smiles Competitions vice A tie, they say A game well loved How can we win When peace is the ideal above We slaughter them humanely We butcher them halal Oil don't do well on our coast And Orca's don't do well there Are we better at entertaining than winning? Now there's an original thought We'd better burey the Oilers Otherwise we'll get caught...

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I was but a tin man, A cold and heartless can, Frozen solid stuck on my feet, But then I heard a beat, It was you that oiled my joints, Many unrivaled selfless points, You cared for this piece of tin, To give life where none had been, Caring for me with little rest, Until again a beat from my chest, Showing me what true...

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Sardines in olive oil A shop in Lisbon exclusively sold sardines this interested me since my Norwegian mother had worked at a factory selling tinned sardines I asked if they had sardines from other country they didn't but told me in tinned bacalao they  cod fish came from Norway I noticed sardines in olive oil with the year the tin was made,...

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In secret temples, hidden from the sun A false faith gathers, deceit is done Gullible hearts, enslaved by design Treasures drained, with prophetic lies divine Their slogans echo, "Bring ye, bring ye" Promising blessings, but delivering misery To the obedient, a "bless ye" they say But to the rebellious, "curse ye" each day Elites and innocents, deceived and torn Scriptural knowledge used to justify...

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Oil on paper, skies are grey It’s a windy autumn day I see linens on the line Bedsheet swings behind the vine There's your shirt of navy blue And my sweater of green hue And it was so long ago Where now do we belong? I’m not sure I can tell Memory can’t serve that well Can you recognize the place? Did we really leave a...

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