Winter Rhyme Poems

Plow horse neighing with the bending of clay
humble hands silently give thanks to the rain.
Petals flashing bumbles- flyers kneading nests
till death do they part or...

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Frozen streams are calm incidents of winter
When lean, broken stems seem dead and gone
But the way things stand now in the nearby minster,
Canticles accompanied by...

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"When pain, rage and screams buried in the asylum of your heart start to poison your heart slowly and surreptitiously, you become a living ghost."...

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I walked a quiet road at dusk,
Where frost lay silver on the grass,
And in the stillness, words I sought
Some startled birds would rise and pass.

They...

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At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow,
Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show?
As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face,
The long-awaited...

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Resisting The Repression

Competition between a brother and sister
Rendition of an eighties song all about how much he miss her 
War of attrition between two countries...

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So there I was, right next to you
Thoughts ran through my mind
Wondering could it be true
Did I just really find
The perfect fitting blue jeans?
The perfect...

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one day as a boy I went down to the sea
      clambered o'er rocks way out to the bluff
 ...

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Your love is as welcome as a gentle summer breeze,
     Feeling its depth brings me to my knees.
It's as soothing as...

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Inspired by Black Hole Love (Max Frost)
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I like to think big thoughts,
but when I tie my brain in knots,
I eat a couple tater tots.  

Who was best?  The Sultan of Swat?
Maybe he...

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Time seems to be picking up speed
a freight train without engineer
Hendrix electric guitar on amphetamines.
Time is picking up speed
children born yesterday
wobbling off to college the...

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I think it would be really neat
to have suction cups for feet,
I would not be limited, anymore,
to walking only on the floor.
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall,
I'd...

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At times upon the grassy hill
a brisk breeze will blow teasing my hair
And within that breeze I will hear
questions asked of me as I lie...

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in the spring, when petals praise
within the song of grace who’ll amaze
beneath the silence of a gentle bud
there is a power, power in the blood

in...

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