Pavements Poems - Poems about Pavements

...The most important Fine drizzle over the bay, falling slowly and hesitantly as preparing for a proper deluge   Who knows, perhaps it will not happen, and the sun will shine even if it is a day ......

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... I told the truth and still, someone bled. Silence would have stitched us shut, a delicate, rose-gold lie— woven into the wallpaper of a bedroom left sketched. I thought I was choosing clari......

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...Catalytic cascade of mirror gleam relish on sleep encrusted eyes, such sylvan surreal therapy aligned to dulcet bird lilt, garnish to the willow weave wayfarer of iridescent poetic inkling, verna......

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...My crayon box dreams, I've held in my heart From when I was young to now when I'm old The ones I recall all do hold their part Memories of life begin to unfold Hopscotch in colors of chalk o......

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...Our blood splattered grounds and our winding pavements. Keeping my head up while I can. Your blue spirit birdsong, It comforts. Just keep crawling, keep gasping, Just suffocate it all in the red......

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...As a kid I wouldn’t of thought that this is how it was, For every feeling of giving up, For every kick of the drum; My heart would call my bluff. As as a kid all I wanted was a feeling I coul......

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... I never learned to look at shop windows without searching for the walking shape of your footsteps. The umbrella abandoned beside a rusted bicycle resembles you more than any living body. On t......

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...there is beauty in falling in love like soft spring the sun blazing in all its bright glory but not too harshly the clouds adrift - patchy enough to let the light seep through the trees create ......

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...“Unexpected wind and rain may come into our lives. But there’s hope that the downpour will wash away our soul’s dusty stains” ~ By Poet On a sunny day, as pedestrians moved along pavem......

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... Mind mind took a deep breath and pierced with light and softness, it found peace and divine communication between the earth and sky then mind bloomed spring into summer, weaved autumn int......

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...Some of them are living ghosts, they have buried their roots under newer foundations, or they still live anonymously under a rock of poverty. If you asked me to name them I could not, for the......

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...In the days of milk and honey Milk was cheap and fresh Honey costed little money And I paid in cash In the dream one winter night I was flying low In the blur of lamppost light I was flapping ......

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...In the silence of the night, when cities sleep under the veil of illusion, People tread the paths of lies with heavy steps, Embracing the shadows of the day that have slipped onto the pavements, A......

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...To: Maya Angelou From: Tony Angelo In the city a chisel across the grain?, like a concrete heartbeat under my feet, I heard her voice, Maya, like warm a river flowing off the cracked pavemen......

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