Remarking Poems - Poems about Remarking

... I thought: why not write a love poem, everyone is doing it, how hard can it be? First, I need a woman (let's not drag my wife into this exercise), a pet dog or cat perhaps. Maybe......

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...I was a learned meteorologist, studying azure atmosphere and vivid weather, To give a prophetic daily forecast, like bees gliding remote locales of heather. Often I had to issue advisories and wa......

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...A girl named Sky, always hoped to fly high. Her aura was as white as the clouds and her light could brighten the darkest of clouds. You could always see her spark, even in the dark, The......

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...“The moon’s vision of humanity Was something that it once desired Tinkle, swoouf, it pondered As it’s luminescence gazed at its prodigious oceans The defunct dissection of the body fell in......

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...Blank page syndrome feels like full page longing to be done with some work project that will not slowly grow worthy of my time and certainly no captivated reader. I feel victimized, torture......

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...I’m in no way prejudiced she said But that one is white and that one is mixed Skin color prominent in her head Always remarking on it; her mind fixed......

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...The wind blows Morning's breath into your wake... A dragonfly speeds past, a flash of color To show that spring's advance guards are awake A rhythm of steps, flurries of flakes, And all's in ......

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... You walk beside me through the streets Forever remarking on my birds and bees Sensing my presence, though fleeting Hoping to know me but never reaching Out to grasp the hand that holds ......

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...To Kill a Mockingbird is both a young girl’s coming-of-age story and a more nebulous production about the reasons and consequences of bigotry and discrimination, examining how good and......

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...The Picture of Dorian Gray: Paint Me As An Event The Picture of Dorian Gray, a decent fanciful novel by Irish writer Oscar Wilde, published in 1890. The novel, the on......

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...I find as I grow older…as I watch the world unfold despite losing hair and gaining wrinkles…I don’t often feel old. Oh sure I know there were skills I had when I was young that I somehow today la......

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...Socially unorganized, I place critics down a size Standing with preferred confidence gave me insight Partially adapted from the root of fear I sometimes hear my inner voice remarking that my time ......

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...There "he" stood in front of me, the deep forest behind him framing His ancient face like an emerald halo, the growing dark of dusk getting Deeper by the moment. He was no more than two-and-a-half ......

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...The night has come, and the elegance begins. Everyone arrives, dressed in their finest; Some who resemble royalty waltz in, Many people remarking to them, "your highness." They gather around to......

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...Voting day at long last has arrived. Scrambling through closet, a cavernous space in accumulation. In the deepest darkest corner, purpose achieved, garnering my three by five inch American fla......

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