Puddle Poems - Poems about Puddle

I’m bound to a bowl of rusted paint. Why don’t they relate to my disabled state? Is it the way I row the boat? Or is it the way I carry cows and goats? I will faint, And they will pray. But someday…I’ll say, I won’t duck into their pepper spray. Cauce, I know the way to Heaven’s gate. I’m stuck in a fate...

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Diamonds on a rain puddle I'm twirling in a sea of colors Flashing lights and headlights In a modern world of gray I'm dancing in a rainbow And the best part about the rain Is that it masks the tears Some would call me weird Others would find this sanctuary Being alone is what I'm used to Surrounded by voices Because they don't see What I see So...

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His spawning would be free and dedicated to those that were beholding of his challenges, those that began ahead of this time, those that look out beyond this point in time. He would be placed carefully with absolute purity in a diminishing amount of support. The fight was only in terms of molecular structure comparable to...

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The dark blue sky casts rain upon the farm Thousands of droplets wetting the farmland below Plants drinking from the rainfall, grass and dirty turning squishy and muddy The wood on the barn absorbs the water as it continues the downpour Next to the barn, a brown puddle slowly starts to form Inside the barn, the animals lay, either sleeping...

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The alley shivers under broken light, puddles cradle forgotten stars, midnight forgets to weep....

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i will grip the last shards of you, until the edges slice my palms. through skin and tissue, muscle and bone, 'till its through the other side. when it lands on the pavement, blood-soaked and broken, i'll clasp my palms together, stronger than we ever were, and scoop up the shattered pieces. i'll cradle them, with that gentleness you one day forgot, and never shown me...

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would I want to if I could Jesus think of the heart ache the life lived I guess that's why I read it in the end I just would rather read it than have to live it better to have loved and lost but after sands melt away and those embers smolder so too (if only in a way to steel away what turned out...

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A waddle and a cluck is all I seem to amount to The years soaring through the sky without a true destination in sight I'm lost but also found as I am a free bird, one of my own destiny As I find a soft place to land I notice a meager puddle to quench my beak I lean...

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Children's Poems IV These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Boundless by Michael R. Burch for Jeremy Every day we whittle away at the essential solidity of him, and every day a new sharp feature emerges: a feature we'll spend creative years: planing, smoothing, refining, trying to find some new Archaic...

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On an early day in late spring, as dragonflies dance and birds sing, on top a dock where I've grown fond, butterflies gather by the pond Cattails sway in the morning breeze, as do the crowns of nearby trees, this view I see the world beyond, butterflies gather by the pond As ripples in the water form, and playful fish frolic in swarm, without...

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When there is a torrential rain, A puddle starts to form And quickly turns into a lake, Which shouldn’t be the norm. Okay, I do exaggerate – It’s closer to a pond, Yet it’s too deep to wade through If you want to get beyond. This giant puddle (mini-pond) Is on my walking path And though I shouldn’t be surprised, It does incur my wrath. So...

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Fat drops pellet the ground. Steps splashing, scattering ripples. Ripples in time, circling out from the moment, the here, the now, the present. The present of laughter, sheer joy at being a child being cuddled by fat drops that ripple in rings, then retreat once memories fade. ...

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(Dedicated to one of my childhood friends) You were one of those charming lilies that bloomed, so fresh, in my springtime pond; when my homesick wings of longings flutter and soar, and my mind alights on the periphery of the playparks of the past, I reminisce all the little fun we had along with our other friends - as we...

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South West monsoon starts early Our village gets more rainfall ...

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It's in the evening time in June The south...

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