Repainting Poems - Poems about Repainting

...The moon meanders, consuming the seconds, minutes, hours until it fades in the dawn. Still, I wait. The clouds dance their misty ballet in the sky playing hide a......

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...Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again Painting and repainting the future of our land with crooked hands Laughing at things as the world pass us by. Those chairmen are in the tower of ......

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...These words, here before me, Carry meanings, so free. That phrase, over there, Evokes images, so rare. This sentence, so precise, Paints a picture, concisely. Those expressions, beyond, Stir......

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...If you're good or you’re bad If you’re happy or sad If you’re angry or glad You are human If you're bald or you're hairy Or fearful or scary If you’re brave or wary You’re human If you ha......

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...I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new, Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's taboo. I adored laboring with colors I loved, in ......

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... “Satisfied and alone … Serene and reflective” I, satisfied and alone, proceed to walk this trail- as I do each new Fall; not sought by many, but for me, i......

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...Wind can be a bit pushy at times Though I would be first to admit of needing nudges in different directions inclined to linger too long under shady canopy or at the seashore gazing off i......

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...Along the corridors both in white overcoats, I think that’s what unifies us, what charges the environment Even with light shakes and occasional jades With larks pretence to just keep the handshake......

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...Another storm threatens to come in, feeling my responsibility for uncaring and unresponsive history Fearing you more than loving us Setting out your pails and plastic tubs to catch cold ......

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...At the crossroad Where I cried and rise to stardom Unchained from within And sing a song of freedom There my seed would be, shouting "Father well done" ! At the crossroad Where the scrip......

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...There should be an idle Olympics, one where you don't cycle or run, and instead of diving, there's synchronised skiving where teams of four get nothing done. A training camp for doing little wo......

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...Scrolling, not listening ; You think that’s supportive?! You think you’re the bomb? Weak ass detonation Famous last words; You call yourself an artist?! Pretending to pay attention coming ......

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...I would ride a rhinoceros for you ride it to Timbuctoo and bring you back all the golden sand of the desert in a bottle I would overcome an octopus for you dive it to deepest Atlantis gatheri......

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...Ambivalent pink heaven merging softly into ethereal earth’s stratosphere With a vibrancy and star plunk, repainting the world with glittering hope. Sprinkling it with love stars, surrounding ......

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...It really bugged him, that shadow lurking in the depths of the corner just waiting. He had tried moving everything around to no avail, it hung there as if bound. He felt as if it was watching......

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