Pelts Poems - Poems about Pelts

...I’d gladly take one verse ill written Than a tome explicit with words unfelt I’d gladly take one moon still distant Than a sunrise hidden by rain that pelts I’d gladly take one r......

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...Masked … The rain pelts down On this soft and gentle day But inside my head, I wonder If you will always stay. Because that’s what you said Before you slammed the door On our hopes and our......

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... Open graves, petrichor pelts a casket nailed shut—awoken by trembling flashbacks, clawing for air. ......

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...Adrift in some Mad American Empire I stand in my shadow as the future winds come Looking over the ruins of my nation! Eyes grow dim as the masses succumb Families cry as loved ones are stolen......

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...Plain droplets plink downward risk-free. Rain, that bristles on panes, weighty. Rip-roaring, soaring, not boring, as wind assists an outpouring. Angled and claustrophobic dance. Can’t see the li......

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...Mad as a hatter is a phrase that came naturally about In the eighteen hundreds hatmakers were going insane Using mercuric nitrate, which removed skin from pelts A poison that had them acting funny......

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... October gallops in as stolid as a gray mare, a blunt wind snorts furiously through autumnal trees. Foliage rattles, but does not fall, it clings still to green stems. Appalachian backwoods ha......

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...The cold night air wraps around my shoulders like a moth-eaten shawl. A rasping rain pelts the bitter sidewalk below. Visions of what once was flash in and out of the headlights passing by. ......

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...Poetry reading Wind chimes singing Animal pelts Candles melt Meditation resting Yogis stretching Soaps smelling Tarot cards telling Sun catchers gleaming Water streaming Dream catchers catc......

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...Slipping slowly into the void No one's fault The consequence of years spent in silence The distance of unspoken secrets You know me...don't you...know me? Rain pelts the windows The......

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...I miss the days and nights whether sun or rain where I would run through a meadow of tall grass to reach the woods of Elm and Hickory trees where a shallow rippling stream covered limestone ro......

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...blossom of baby's breath soft white gorse crusted yellow weeping willow rush patterned lace  pasture in pastel green buttercup daisy comely cowslip mingle &mix in fellowship swaying pe......

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...When Summer is gone along with substantial flowers, a lingering memory, I wonder “were you here at all?” It will only be, in each new Spring reviving, that the iris near the tear duct blooms......

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... Amplifying vehemence of thunder, roaring on skyline ablaze, Lightning strikes, shattering clouds, sparkling scorching haze, Blasting dry, sunstruck meadows, drenching thirsty terrain, Gushing st......

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..."One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love. Sophocles, Greek Poet ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Tanked temps pools inky smears ere ......

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