Pelting Poems - Poems about Pelting

... pelting the sidewalk streams of gentling rain music who will stalk dancing through the pain floods roll as we rock ......

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...I sit here on this wide, stone porch, the farms stretch for many miles, even on sunny days you can sit here and drift for a while… but this is not a day like that, the far horizon tells the tale......

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... do you remember do you remember... there were empty stairways of two flights or more the sweet aroma from the candy store endless chatter floating free from laughing people…like yo......

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...If the dawn light we're not being pounded into blindness by the pelting rain, if the earth and sky ceased crashing into each other churning threads of twilight into a bitter pulp of cru......

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...Cold is the tittering of befitted feet Cold is the meagre meanders of falling fractals Cold is the twinge of bitter blues upon reeling retreats Cold is the roiling retch of frostbitten flesh Col......

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... the mountains groaned, repulsed by the distant grumble of thunder’s rough voice rising on the edges of the dark stirring the distant gaze of a still twilight flooded with shadows, hasty......

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...This morning’s slush is melting From last night’s dust of snow Which, since it wasn’t pelting, Left little trace, although… Some little mounds keep clinging To surfaces of grass, Enough for s......

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... Wind sings, in shadows Silence pouring out its blessings Like the cool of twilight Laughing with the moon, remembering When the fireflies waltz like hearts Full of whimsical, wistful, wh......

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... 6. Fermat's Principle - Light takes the path that requires the least time when traveling from one point to another. the thin shadow, trembling against the earth the scent of a clinging ......

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...the toads do not dive they plop into the scummy pond pale green bellies floating beneath them like airbags they paddle and back-stroke through the weedy water as slow as inflatable boats whe......

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... Turtle by the Door The bears and wolves are few, one threadbare widow mourning, two grays as consumptive as smoke. The large dwindle, their bodies grow more awkward, more at odds. The heav......

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...This uncompromising Sunday has agreed to let us enjoy what is left of a boring day as we ardently seek the brief presence of a radiant sunset resembling red clay, attesting the inevitable eviden......

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...This uncompromising Sunday has agreed to let us enjoy what is left of a boring day as we ardently seek the brief presence of a radiant sunset resembling red clay, attesting the inevitable eviden......

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...Every Ozarkian November, when the first cold rains from the north pour out across the land, Instantly sweeping away the easy, quiet warmth of autumn- wild winds blow down the colors of......

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...Into the Sturm und Drang fueled maelstrom Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene All la names bespeaking deity froom Noah Mo' Room India Arc of Covenant to crypt tick Blood (swea......

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