Pebbled Poems - Poems about Pebbled

... Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Quote from Shakespeare’s Sonnet LX Lines o......

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...Snap crack the hard Pebbled acorns ricochet As if thrown by invisible Hands of nature’s forces Some fall straight Others propel with Unjust uncertainty and Deliverance passerby Pegged an......

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... The cold fog rises from the meadow like smoke from Poppy's pipe... ... ever upward with the sweet savour of meadow grass. My bare feet, like mortar and pestle, smash out the green scent a......

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...The Whisper of Wind In rustling leaves and howling gales, The wind speaks in a thousand tales. Each breeze, a dialect of air, Indexing seasons, here and there. The Song of Birds Sparrow's c......

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..."I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which." James A. Owen In a white man's world, I've become an enigma, feeling like I don't belong, trying to break the stigma. In these mental......

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...Lemon tinted phase gilded skyline blown by ethereal fused mist eager bard imbued opal dream flotilla beyond tarnish while flash point chariots of gleam-well canvass astir or astern perfo......

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...Rat Catcher I feel repulsed when he is near, I ought to have compassion for this cripple, a twisted foot. an arm that does not function as it should a beggar with scabby skin, eyes as black as......

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... In a small village in the green valleys of the Peak District, Sarah gave birth to a son, after a decade of trying for a child with her husband, Peter B Perfekt. It was a joyful occasion for the fa......

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... Rocks and streams from pebbled ruins, Makes my feet moan and groan. Water rushing, Never flushing the dirt from years gone past! Hurts my toes as I meander by. A journey that con......

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...Crabs Small feet pounding the pebbled path, Desperate to escape From imminent danger. Eight legs and two claws Advance in their thousands Upon their prey; the child. Refuge is sought in......

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...Silken whispers greet the blithe morning damp mist spring tap on red oak door joyful treat preempted faint dawning Felicity a phase one can’t ignore bright daffodil white and pink bloom fragr......

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...Undulating hills and mountains As far as meets the eye, Towering pines that seem to kiss The clouds in the azure sky. Birds sing their madrigals, While a brook murmurs nearby, Its crystal wate......

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...On Pimple Pond Pocked, our dreams spurt from cabin walls. Woolen cover and cotton pillow catch pin point boils from day breaking, like pitted glass. White pebbled path meanders the hill’s che......

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...Summer fog. The air thick and warm with a closeness gathering in the early morning as if all that it shrouds share a common breath. Everything holds together, birds, water, the pebbled shore......

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...Edited to include "creatures of the night" They wait for shadows to rush and fill their forest home. Then ushered in by the hoot of the owl or the whip-poor-will’s call, they appear as silentl......

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