Poising Poems - Poems about Poising

...12th Street The curtain rises, the stage light beams on the darkest street in town. On a hot night, 12th street lives. The old abandon buildings jump with jazz, hot rock, and laughter. Transi......

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...Blowing breeze they are Flowing fragrance they are Glowing glee they are Lively lightning they are Tender thunder they are Range of rain they are Shining Sun they are Moving Moon they are ......

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...On a lower branch of a crooked mango tree , Flapping wings and shining tail , in charge Perched the happy rooster steady and free, Intending to view his surroundings at l......

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...We have the purveyors That hide the truth Causing division Poising the minds of youths With hateful ideologies And entangled roots In a confused state They spread the lies In a toll of conseq......

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...Phoenix rising One can see the emptiness of ages in her eyes, riding the beast of burden without disguise. Dead to rapture and despair by daily routine, taken another drag of smoke to be genuin......

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...Cecil the lion of Zimbabwe, famous and beloved, shot by a bow hunter after being lured from his sanctuary; it took Cecil forty hours to die, how he must have suffered, he was tra......

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...Once The Covered bridge Till last fine month I was poising firm, Aloft those giggling waters that often went wild. Taking pride of my sinewy timbers, As brimming loads of endles......

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...Long ago there lived a girl with long livid locks of sable, Whose vivid avid amber eyes derived, it seems, from fable. Her tiny tendons tied to nimble bones to each limber muscle enhanced, By th......

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... Cecil the lion of Zimbabwe, famous and beloved, Shot by a bow hunter after being lured from his sanctuary; It took Cecil forty hours to die, how he must have suffered, He w......

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...How could he be so cold with the raging lightning striking through his aluminum lines? His synthetic skin made of wax, glass, and fibrous mass has more than an eternity brushed abrasively against......

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...He sat on the bed of roses They were spread in a confused manner Certainly intrepid in their graciousness Their petals waning at their edges And there alone, he sank into another She was distant......

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...The more i think about it the more I wonder will i die in a deep slumber?, or will the heavens send a angel for me. will a car come from around the corner and hit me will a robber stick me up at ......

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...Guns on the rise Hero's fall The preacher man ask me never to curse a thing I replied not if I have to curse one day Guns on the rise Hero's fall The day gun was made Worth a curse A fas......

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...1. In the slow, dead hours that hang attendant Upon the birth of the dawn, When all things pure lie safe abed, Nested in sleep's safe oblivion, The rituals take place, unseen, unfelt In woo......

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...The gods of oil have reigned downed their wrath, For which we have not begun to see the aftermath. For thousands of miles balls of tar will wash upon a virgin beach. It will be felt around the wor......

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