Pushes Poems - Poems about Pushes

As spring leaps forward And winters shroud Is cast back The putrid stench of earthy damp soil And the litter of fallen leaves death and decay Along with freezing damp foggy mist that bites Fades and clears as the sun appears Pushes through the drab grey The blue pushes away The twisted contorted stretching tendrils Small arms of a rugged wrinkled tree No longer bend and...

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I’m at a loss for all words I only have myself to blame I miss your good mornings And how you brighten up my days Every time we get closer And I think you’re gonna stay I write those three words And says the thing I shouldn’t say My I love you always Pushes you away Should I write of how I want you Or how...

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when life pushes you to your knees you're ready to pray written 14 Aug 2020...

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Life may take from me more than I can ever bear to lose But it will never steal from me My heart's heavenly hues! Within me shines a thousand raindrops That in me form a rainbow! And at night, my soul shimmers With the Milky Way's silken glow! The world is cruel, dark and dreary— With that much I agree. But no night is dark...

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the needle pushes in her face a kiss and the wall scratches higher naked searching cracks for an exit you scream soldiers planes flash back and forth flying a room fills with angry anxious voices shadows growing tall corpses rise flowers swallow space white crosses over graves praying mantis mothers explode down the endless fluorescent hall your lifted into the long black limo ripping...

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crocus pushes up through untended garden- screen door bangs Barbara Gorelick...

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the wind pushes on from the west to the far east seeks its destiny (February 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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wind pushes the leaves tumbling them against the door.... mouse scurries under ...

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wind pushes the leaves tumbling them against the door.... mouse scurries under ...

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What is this drug That beats upon me with Winged feet and heated hands? What is it? Is it the wine? Is it the gull that pushes north? Is it the tickling at my spine? It doesn't stop. Not even when I'm full. It keeps it open and raw, Still pushing For another days distraction....

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