Riffled Poems - Poems about Riffled

...Miramichi Afternoon The sloping shoulders of the river tumble down rock on rock toward the wind-riffled, slow flowing water. Alder and grass creep down the slope but will be ripped out once aga......

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... The Aspen quaked in mild calm. A stream nearby sent riffled song. This trail less trod now almost gone. ‘Twas barren once now grown quite long. Around a bend and down a steep therein the bru......

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...Twirling Head over heels Sun glinting On its edges Dreams afloat On riffled air The splash A cool see-saw descent Of hope’s Last penny ......

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...Sitting alone she whispered: “I wish I had Poetry” A passing butterfly Offered her wings A setting sun Its “orange-ness” The passing breeze Its scented story......

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...An Incomplete Love Story Too fast the pages riffled through dreary decades innocence confronted loves lusty laughter growing faint in darkened corridors. Forever’s love hesitant in a hazy......

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...Raven He riffled through his thoughts erecting a wall; black eyes from unplumbed depth of shifting sea. Gray as gray, as the raven mocks and pin with a withering look a prostrate paw......

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...anticipation cradled in the arms of hope lies in wait in the aisles of the innocent mind; so frail steadily eroded by experience, riffled by the wind of reality......

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...I woke to the tinkling of melting snow dipping from my roof to the ground below. A Robin chirping in a nearby tree, sounded like it was serenading me. The rising sun was wearing a war......

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...Big Storm A’Comin’ “Big storm a’comin’” that’s what the old man said. A heavy quiet crept over the valley as if embracing a frightened child. No lullabies riffled through the muffled tre......

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...I hate to check my luggage When I’m about to fly. I much prefer to carry-on And here are reasons why - My suitcase can’t get very lost If it’s within my reach And no one’s hands have riffled......

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...The curtains riffled by a breeze, intrudes upon the solitude ....Please, let us warn them, if we must, to restrain the hour once again, for we intrust to weave this time to be our ......

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...LUKE Frank Halliwell It seems a year or two at most that Luke has been around, But nine have passed since first I spied him at......

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...Near Dover Arkansas can be viewed on most any night A puzzle documented as, ‘The Dover city lights‘ Folks from many miles around, some even out of town Eyes fill with wonderment when the light......

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