Richly Poems - Poems about Richly

...Among a stone-wreathed, sun-fried declivity On earth’s raised stomach, a shack. Common With the nervousness of heat, such shack-up Points bury their heads in shame forever... School hours brought......

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...Misanthropic melodies played from a broken violin Prehistoric prophecies that ignite new ideas before they begin Telescopic telomeres that formulate a scientific grin Endoscopic X-rays and a docto......

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...The road drones as I run away, one eye ahead, one on the rearview. I squint and strain, blue-white beams on my tail. Twin beams, staring, keeping distant pace. You say, "It's been five years and......

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... "There's a river meandering through the mind", It carries your thoughts and ideas entwined, Through the nerves and veins of the brain it wanders, This river moves with precision a......

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...Let’s be clear! “AI” is plagiarism -- all grammar checkers, any writing aid, major editing program, can be a form of plagiarism...laziness at the least in my humble opinion. Someone who writes ......

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...Let the breath of heaven flow with grace, As the gathering of angels fills this place. Soaring high, both near and wide, His Name, our banner, strength and guide. Refine the oil, let its glow b......

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... Becoming decrepit is an inevitable occurrence Challenging wellness of its real consequence Oldness evidently attacks, confronting my denial’s insistence… Now, I must be ready midst time'......

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...I hear the voice of Nigeria, The silent whispers drill, From bustling markets to ancient hills. Those of the Hausas in the north, With gentle cadence in stories deeply sown. Those of the Yo......

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...A cascade, shimmering, of rivulets that undulate, Metaphor thalassic, richly blending at the pate. Each silhouette of vitality, speaking with gentle weight, On shoulders resting, an adornment, del......

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...A winsome weave, simple and real, Warp and weft; a tight twill, A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug, With soft crossways and tumphy tug. Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed, Cynical twists ......

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...Love is a phoenix, Barbarously burning, Longing and yearning, Mysterious mystics. To love is to die And rise once more From the ashes to sing the lore Of love, until the blood gets dry. ......

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...You are my dark, smooth and richly flavored double-espresso. You’re the deliciousness in my cup that always I’ll wish to drink up. You also are a double scoop of yummy ice cream.......

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..."Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet Flitting through the pages of an old album, Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, ......

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...Almost, You have persuaded me to believe in you, But there's always tomorrow and tomorrow it maybe. Maybe I will be able to believe in You? Here I am my Lord, asking You, to give me the needed ......

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...Samuel Woodruff was a very old man, who once drummed for the army; That marched to his rhythmic music, along with all fifers, playing hearty. That was a lifetime ago, in dawn days so pink......

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