Retains Poems - Poems about Retains

...MONITOR Just there for display, my role is passive Just on off or sleep, as I never do much As I’m of that older generation, you see We even used to be designated an LCD Yet familiar with acro......

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... I watch the sun rise and once again bring another dawn, Another day in which we are alive. I stand 30 feet above the muddy ground, on the top of our walls, at the end of my watch shift. ......

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...Today is as quiet As a crowded graveyard Empty of life:- Yet, the green of nature, Shines in springing glory:- As a brief breeze Warmly passes by, Silence retains its control And all remai......

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...Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet She puts on her face while vapi......

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...I buried the past, yet flowers still rise from the soil of forgotten memories, Roots tangled in dreams and longings that stubbornly refuse to die, The earth retains traces of pain, transforming suf......

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... When mind and body feel the strain of years, some hide away, the victims of their fears. When time grows short and sunset is in view, for many, life retains a rosy hue. A necessary trait......

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...Miss Gladys the Welcome Wizard lady is here She is full of sass, beyond an insane level of cheer No one wants to let her in, we try to ignore the bell She climbs in the front window, demolishing t......

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...J. Smythe with Sylvia Plath Amongst the trees he walked, a distant form, She, like the leaves, danced in the summer breeze. The plan, he'd hoped, would keep her safe and warm, Suddenly, she dem......

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...Autumn faerie touched her wand to a yellow mum. The mum’s colors turned crispy and an October brown. Whether she retains her yellow next year is up to fate. Some mums do, others do not, I never kn......

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...We (the missus and I) kvell for Katz TOASTER PASTRIES! I prefer to craft a poem for no rhyme nor reason expressing heartfelt pleasure to our highly refined palate versus presenting tasty, yumm......

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...HOW THE ECHO FILTERS REALITY An echo is always intended as a sort of reply An answer, if you will, to reinforce meaning Yet each, in its own way, takes the initiative And maybe accused of being......

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...A ticket pinned to the thigh reserves it, the whole cadaver is parceled off - of course. Legs are a late harvest, these often-indigent parts carry a visual poverty long after the body is plucked. ......

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...sensory grass tickles your toes soft pokes every word is a stroke of a blade not a brush a lawnmower in the distance breaks the silence what the hell… the smell of fresh-cut grass and t......

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...It's the time for a new season, September again, The 9th month of the year, when autumn retains. Autumn That turns luscious greenery into gold, Striving to live, with stories untold. The struggl......

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...white tail flipped up nice set of antlers curious about the white dog on other side of the fence stag so close then gone as if the deer just v......

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