Pocked Poems - Poems about Pocked

...Time to harvest the blossom of your dream have you tenderly coddled yesterday's seed time is the seductive companion of wisdom the dream of time is to pick up Godspeed. You've entered the golden ......

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... A cascade of swirls curled in the sky. Enveloping a host of ghostly nebula galaxies, glowing like a myriad of phosphorous flares, sent aloft to glisten in starry, sta......

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...Jessamyn's Song (circa age 14-16) by Michael R. Burch 16 There are meadows heathered with thoughts of you, where the honeysuckle winds in fragrant, tangled vines down to the water's edge. ......

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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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...Everyone has a favorite pond where they come to put garnish upon... Some bring koi and water lily singing stones- the scent of mint wading birds dressed in paradise cattails waltzing with the wi......

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...The Beatles split up so mystically -pronto the Vietnam spine came back together some branded the blame into Yoko some tied a wreath of thorns on the reds. Imagine time moving queerly along- Le......

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...When I wrote it down I could see that it was a silly thing to have on a bucket list. Something to forever keep to the self (low hanging fruit pocked with worms). Never to be touched by anythin......

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...In the rarest quiet of my mind I think about you sweet Angel love... the maelstrom of users and abusers that splashed your wings with blood. Smeared coal dust under your pretty sad eyes rusted ......

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...Life has cast me upon a distant shore the would not I have never chose bits of wood silvered white dance and spin in morning light light reflects like jewels bright in soft glow of mornings......

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...Birthmarks, unique identifying signs, cover our walls. Scuffs, scars, scribbles, fingerprints, nicks. Randomly appearing after marking the birth of our son. Would I trade those pocked surfaces......

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...The white china glazed and dimple-pocked moon begins yet again to trace her lone arch across the night sky. The lonely never ends.......

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...Moon rises surprised, eschews its pocked face, caught in early glare of sun in bleaches awaiting its call. A starlet usurped!......

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...Pale moon in the sky have you lost your way? For your realm is night, not the bright of day. Your face is white, are you sick, not OK? Your healthy skin brown tanned - hides your pocked hinterland......

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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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...A snow-filled world is a bowl just so wide with an intimate, friendly feeling inside. Earth's lonesome toil was the dark yesterday; soon it will stain crystal carpet to grey.......

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