Presses Poems - Poems about Presses

...One day the lion will walk through the door and grab my tired and old arm, My wrinkled arm, the one with which I threw the dice in the game of my life, And I will scream in the bedroom, understandi......

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..."I’m Still Here, And I Will Shake You" I’ve walked roads you wouldn’t whisper about. Where shadows don’t follow, they lead. Where the air tastes like sorrow and the silence presses like a loade......

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...Sleep hits my eyes, red bolts burned in "Twice as Bright!" They warned me. My hand presses forward, against the the glass. I want to touch me So Bad and it is So Close The mi......

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... Line of inquiry: “as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stance perhaps did cause to put her heart’s joy on pause though we’re gentle, not hostile......

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...The beginning of Experience starts with proper planning By:Wiggon Galgrinner From zones to zone they looked to find if planting olives would be profitable the olive tree or Olea Europaea ......

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... the heat presses down like a drunk cop’s boot, metal fences shiver in the sticky Florida sun, concrete walls spit their old secrets at you, black mildew crawls across everything, like it's aliv......

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...The air is heavy— like a warm, wet blanket wrapped around everything. The sun? Hiding behind a cloud, like it doesn’t want to deal with the day. The Brahmaputra flows— slow, wide, calm. It m......

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...You’d recreate a military hero? Macarthur, maybe? Nimitz? Pershing? Sherman? Or would you choose a leader from the past? Suppose you went for Mussolini – Nero – (I can’t remember what they called......

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...Life, in its cruelest joke, gives us only enough time to discover ourselves, we toil through the years of uncertainty, forging identities like soul blacksmiths, sharpening our talents, enduring bet......

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...And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," Presiden......

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... A single dream is worth a thousand realities. J.R R. Tolkien When the world closes in and presses all ill to squeeze what space you have into a tiny ball - there ......

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... The moon, a silent voyeur in the pane, Watches my stillness yet I writhe in vain. A paradox unfolds, a weary plight, Engaged in slumber yet devoid of night. My body lies, a landscape soft a......

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...Opa John The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like silver......

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...Sometimes you mold faces, my love, to hide the deep sadness, to forget yourself, to banish the bitter thoughts that weigh you down. How can you create love, my love, to live, to suffer in this summ......

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...Nestled is the slender twisting trail canyon between timeless steep aspiring mountains and meditative sopheric sea waters The frail road deepens into lofty thickness further from the harsh......

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