Ramble Poems - Poems about Ramble

Before we play, let's preamble with the entree, Enjoy the soft shoe shuffle, before the souffle. Dancing tipsy, on tippy-toes, to belay and delay the mainstay. It's a wily whisper of words, a teaser to savor in foreplay. To amble and gamble, to begin with the starters on show, Unscrambles the egg, but won’t scramble the glow. For it's only a...

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When time echoes the promise of a rambling soul, one who knows that the past never can be left, because it is there that solace leaves its caress, its breath ever rising in the presence of sorrow’s tangled web ~ quote by poet She waits in silence, for the gentle winds, Soft revelations of what might have...

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“Father Sun is continually rambling and by doing so defines the night.” ~ by poet Rambling cosmic thoughts of Mother Moon, Father Sun, many of which I pen to page in recounting their passionate story. Demonstrating his devotion, Sun dies so Moon may rise. He spends his nights rambling....

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Dog Roses ramble in high summertime Their favourite place along green hedgerow August has arrived they are in their prime Perfect pink beauty with marvellous glow. Along motorway Dog Roses amble Covered in dust at the side of the road miserable looking in fine tangle Unfortunate place for floral abode. Around cottage door pink roses blossom Growing and flowering so unconfined idyllic vision entirely awesome Wondering...

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If only we could see the world thru someone else's lies. Or spend fond moments in the pain that's well disguised. You understood that clearly, you didn't miss a beat, all my thoughts are jumbled round and incomplete. Can you hear what I see are you seeing anything I hear?? I know you caught a...

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It’s been a day, brother, it’s been a day. I’m ridiculous for lack of content, All my plot holes are on display. Am I doing OK? Am I having a day? I can’t get a call back. I sat on a thumb tack. It woke up my skinny white ass. I’m mad in the morning. I’m angry afternoons. I’m ornery as hell....

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what to write, what to write i get so excited, have so much to say, in so many ways like i’m going to burst if i can’t get out a verse or maybe a rhyme or some lyrics in 4/4 time but the words in my head keep circling instead can’t find their way out frustrated, i want to shout “why won’t you, why can’t you, get off the...

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i’m running a little late six months ago i read the average life expectancy was 79.5 years i thought i had time to finish a couple of home projects, find and restore that 65 vw bug i’ve always wanted, i could get my affairs in order, make amends where i should, maybe look up a few folks i haven’t seen in a while do...

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THE ONE WHO TAUGHT US TO PROLIFERATE, THE ONE WHO TAUGHT US TO RAMBLE, THE ONE WHO SACRIFISED HER LIFE, THE ONE WHO DIDN'T EAT ANYTHING WITHOUT ME, IS NOW ALL ALONE.. Why? Why is she alone? Why is she on her own? CAN YOU TELL ME WHY YOU LEFT HER ALONE....

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watching the tail lights fading i stood there and wondered did you ever consider staying or was it my latest blunder or were you just driving to clear your head or was this a convenient time to make your escape from all of the confusion, chaos or was there someone else at the other end that captured your heart or did the fear of growing old ignite a...

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Pennine Ramble by Bob Moore © 2019 I have rambled through the Pennines, on a lovely summer’s day to Kinder Scout...

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i took my usual morning walk today. i live in a community where most of us are retired or of retirement age. that translates into seniors, always at risk for something, this time around, covid. there were a lot of folks out walking, walking with friends, spouses, walking their dogs. stopping and chatting along the way it’s like we are...

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i started tracking my weight, exercise, what i eat every morning i do this little dance with the bathroom scale i get up, dress in the same thing, weigh myself and subtract 4 pounds some mornings if i don’t like the results i will subtract another pound for the cup of coffee i drank doesn’t matter how big the cup was if the results...

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On a quaint country lane, my ”Downward Plod” poem whistled eerily. Date : Fourth October 2020 Contest : How My First Poem Was Born Sponsor : JCB BURL...

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I spent my day shopping for rubies, And what a day it was I swear, A rollercoaster you could say, For a ruby that I could flaunt and wear! It all started with an invite, A tiny little card which read "Cordial invitation to you dear friend", And to attend the same I would be very glad. My thoughts then suddenly...

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