Reservoirs Poems - Poems about Reservoirs

...When nights are dark you’ll never see the depths of our humanity, but in the light of desert days the shades of death will quite amaze. So if you’ve time to take the trouble sift just once thr......

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...There are towel-drying winds. parks grow soggy with small dogs. May is an old man riding a bike backwards. It is oil for the broken engine in the barn. Wetness folds this way and that the sky ......

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...jeremiah jeremiah can you see me, standing in the parched land where no cistern holds water for none flows in the chambers of my own heart jeremiah can you hear me, foolishly dig......

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...The quill this evening is not a mere instrument, but a primordial beast, A lacquered leviathan with a tip sharp as obsidian fangs, Its body coiled like an ouroboros, devouring its own ink in vengea......

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... {"You continuously threaten me that I’ll eventually die alone, though it’s a pang against my heart I hear none of it though ferociously, the insides of me are hurricanes. Reservoir myself, I live......

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...I once trusted our government 'til they left open a sack of wheat and chaff now it's up to the citizens to clean up the mess I once trusted our government until they sold our farmland to commun......

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...I looked towards the sun and see the heaven on the run, the heat is so high causing the animals in the field to fall down and die, fill up the reservoirs and dams and move the heard towards the catch......

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... From His startling brush, blaze stars, We save them like fireflies in jars, Ours are in photos or memoirs, Played in songs by clever guitars. From His light, flow blessings galo......

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... Can you hear what I'm hearing? I hear a cry, loud and clear, blowing across the nation from sea to shining sea; from the lowlands and valleys in the east to the highlands and mountains of th......

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...Progress seems proudly perched on flyovers, Sold on many a toll-dotted speedways. Each, pylon-pecked, on hinterland hovers, And not on friendly crisscrossing highways. They slyly gloat over......

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...Folks, I perused it in black and white; The Octogenarian verbalized after the civil war that "There are no victors and no vanquished." Scores of years gone by, we now visualize Who the victors an......

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... From the deepest reservoirs of the heart, There resides the source of our soul's river. From the beginning, from the very start, There is the issuing out of a river flow, Without this, we wou......

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...Seeking a light Winter chill rustles faces in fields of grey Feet ponder in the reservoirs of rain Gazes search the blue line for wavering light Frosty strangers stole their light Branc......

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...Colin is a cabby with a proper taxi cab He drives for all the passengers an Uber didn’t grab Which means he has a lot of time to kill most every day And lots of evil folk to deal with if they come......

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...Written on 9 September 2023 For : Personification of the Elements Poetry Contest Sponsored by Miranda Hawley Water Element ......

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