Plinks Poems - Poems about Plinks

...The fountain flows as music plays. A harpist plinks the water strings. The fluidity in blue-white rays. The winsome melody of water wings. 1/17/2023......

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...Moment after moment Time drained into the void The water waned dry As drought vehemently annoyed ...plenty The juxtaposition of the River Sliced reason to bleed Garments of value Snagged on......

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...Day dawned dank grey. Sky pre-washed to ashen, cuddled in. Cats on tippy-toes dipped their toes in puddles stalking prey, huddled to pause, slumbering in. Birds ruffled dew drop spots from fe......

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...sleep plinks into deep dark caffeine — a mug helpless to stay awake 1/9/2020......

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...The patrons moved by her angelic harp, never knowing her endless suffering... FALLING her silver harp plinks and plucks her mind dull with angel hair ......

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...HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY Her hand’s swan-like dance, ivory shadow puppets romance. Hungarian rhapsody. The musician sans existence as emotive fingers move imaginary marionettes with splendif......

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...Swept up into piles; everywhere Abouts; in collected heaps all Around. It is almost as if the drab Streets were strewn with the Precious wealth of King Solomon's Gold! ......

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...The malady Knocks on my door The hall is empty and bleak Dark doors keeping secrets I tape a spoon against a wine glass Its plinks sings from room to room ......

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...Trying to hide in conspicuous places a night on the town in their false, plastic faces. Sweetly they sweep through magnificent halls, top-dollar galas and masquerade balls -- where always the wi......

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...For the daughter I love and miss. There’s a change that’s like a season that I’ve noticed in the air I couldn’t tell what niggled me but now I have to share, I feel it in the morning wh......

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...When Irish eyes are smiling, And the gymnast smile extends to curve her petal-red lips, That's when she'll let her waves fall down with the grace of a faerie. If in a wheat field the sheathes ......

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...Just to warn anyone who reading this I do NOT claim to be a poet. Nothing in here rhymes or anything. Just some crap I wrote. I know the devil thing is a bit over used. Oh and if someone could te......

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