Preposition Poems - Poems about Preposition

I: ? Resolve kids all playing ball old friends laughing of old times couples holding hands a lone man sits wandering face dried of tears dons a smile II: ? Resolve white black gray gloaming sepulchral downpour stormy amorphous rainbow hospitals overflowing clans gangs groups leagues board news crew III: ? Resolve days they brought the guns feeds the rich buries the poor days they brought roses scriptures says rumors of...

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About the time you voiced to me Above the river, by the tree Across the bridge we saw the lights Against the setting moon of night. Behind my fears and fitful mood Beside the others chatting rude Between my silence and vacant talk By evening on a summer walk. Except for fumbled fervent words For you I wish my feelings heard From a challenged passive...

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THE STRANGE CASE OF THE PREPOSITION The preposition is a peculiar case No use on its own by itself with no function It needs an attachment to have any place Alone would decease, be due extreme unction Now some words may act without others at hand Such as Nouns as a labels and verbs as imperatives E.g. LADIES or GENTLEMEN and...

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On one sultry August day In a clearing in the woods Within a long delay for salvaged auto goods Amid decaying vans, under glaring sun High above one ant, homebound, on the run... Along a rugged trail of micro hill and dale Between pebbles and sprigs Over shards and twigs ...

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Ode to my crocs -- BALD from high wear, In serious need of good-riddance During my TREAD on a wet floor with care In the throws of a SKID and imBALANCE By the absence of any TRACTION Between the floor and the sole of my croc In need of replacement action for my crocs on the croc-chopping block Up from the floor...

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Our sun-worthy glance. Petals from flowers Bursting from your mouth, Slid through the cursive lives we run. We catch fire randomly, In bothered sets. But I'll love your hair forever, Since my eyes were born out of yours to begin with....

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This is merely a question, a riddle, an enigma. Who holds the power in this situation. There are two men hailing from two different places knowing two different crafts. There is one man who knows how to make it, has the want and the drive to make it, but is not able to make it. On the other hand...

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