Poring Over Poems - Poems about Poring Over

...I love the smell of dew on the grass, when a new day has just begun. I love to watch the flowers as they turn their heads towards the Sun. I love to hear the gentle whispers of the welcoming breez......

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... Looking over my northern shoulder at the changing shades of day a weak winter sun turning twilight grey teardrops of rain on the window the gentle sigh of the wind storm clouds in the ......

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... Been raining all week. This morning started off with a bit of sun and it got me reminiscing. About my youth. About you. Next month marks one year since your passing. We spent the last seven months ......

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...Poring over the holy books Hoary heads, stroking their beards Calibrating ancient laws for 2022 Eschewing payment, revered volunteers......

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...Along a dark and lonely On a road covered in fog One day while out walking I met this magic frog You say you don't believe me But my stories true Or can you explain to me Sir Why my skin is ......

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...Life was not a bed of roses for many women              who, for time eternal,             left footprints and paved our path, so we can walk with our heads high.              often ponder, and i......

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...The shaman speaks of plants to see, other cosmic dimensions energy. The Zulu’s stamp dance the ground, working the earth to a drumming sound. Smokes from many ashes taken in breath, medicine pip......

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...ROSE GOLD (Part 2) Gold So much for power, the value of an empire, the value of a nation. Squeezing from the people this metal of limitless extravagance, Melting it down and poring it into li......

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...A warm October day finds me on the couch on my porch, poring over magazines which have stacked up for a year. Getting ideas for poems, for lesson plans, for possible future books or paintings. Someth......

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...sometimes punctured passion's bruised blank: bounty biddings could trace torn tracks syllabic silhouettes sighing dark dribbles - spelled sway of motive fostered feelings foiling porous pledge......

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...An orange glow flew through the sky Image going really high Down south Nasty weather would not shut its mouth Spitting in a poring way Angry clouds having lots to say Sitting in the atmos......

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...there was a punctured potter whose wills strained shuffled shudders meagre muds moistened massive moans dark traces drooled, gaunt glows hoisted zeal hankered hampers: eerie efforts pruned pul......

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...eerie contractions etched fostering fractured fetch poring punctured pulses worn winds wield felon feigns drooped hoisting hankering drools bruised barks moaned heaving sigh sown by blitzkr......

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...scurrying around, a bark to hear, eyes see only, one of five, paws remembered, your home felt whole. lines so romantic, motioning emotion, blissful movements, clouded by betrayed promises, yo......

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...Black Satin Clouds of fascism, blocking out the light of diversity Sheets of rain drowning out the voices of crusaders Socialist artists with paint brushes and black paint, White wash over t......

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