Resembled Poems - Poems about Resembled

...The end of everything The master of the old tank ship that resembled a schooner sat fretting in his cabin; for twenty years, he had been the master of the vessel, a friendship between the animat......

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...JY and I met through a mutual friend in the 1991. We strucked a deal with a handsome transactions, Which we both were in a win-win situation. Since then, we became close friends, Every week, she ......

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... Since I no longer fit in my name, I carry it beneath my heart, like a relic unearthed from a dead alphabet. It is a cracked word, written in blue ink on the page of a lost Bible in my grandp......

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... In vibrations of virtual whispers, I found her under a satin sunset, chained to an eerie entity, digging, its claws into her silken spirit. Yet behind her dim eyes - I saw tiny flames of fuc......

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......Finally Gobayth came to a devastated mountainside, the trees and soil stripped away, slaves cutting out blocks of great size. They led him to a wooden hut where several gold coins were exchan......

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...LAO TZU ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS IV The Roots of Turbulence by Lao Tzu, translation by Michael R. Burch Heaviness lies at the root of lightness; stillness begets turbulence. Thus the nobleman he......

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... Written: May 5th, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand Painting by Peter Doig. A concise abstract on Abbey Road and its pivotal moment. He subsequently produced outstanding music. H......

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...Grief never leaves you; memories keep loved ones close to your heart . Quote by poet. John and his young wife Maria had been apart for a year now, but every week he'd drive across......

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...I did not leave like a storm. I left like sediment— quiet, heavy, having learned the language of sinking. You called it love, but I was always the chalk outline beneath your ego’s bootprint,......

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...I sat there. Stewing. Angry at the world. That day, on Easter, I had witnessed a Christian church service. It was cult-like. They worshiped beings, having little proof of their existence.......

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...I dreamt about an old Victorian house that was abandoned It was dilapidated and left vacant for years and was starting to decay It was hidden down a long dirt driveway aligned with overgrown lilac ......

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...They are too foggy, Dreams, visions, etc.; I don’t know, I don’t remember, but o’ wait! Yes, a distinct memory. I started remembering words hoarse, dry words mixed with the lemon......

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...As the Autumn falls The jays sing A melody -a tale the old wives would sing While the sun fills the sky dripping With gold as honey to the brim I catch sight from my window Vines and creepyar......

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... I’m bringing back an old memory because with my internal American flag flying at half-staff I could use a little humility…and I certainly could use a laugh: It was the day a lady…after starin......

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...Once again, yours truly takes poetic license. Whenever the missus irks me or complains... I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin whereby......

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