Ringed Poems - Poems about Ringed

...Amidst the clouds in my head I stood on the edge of the cliff I shouted one last time Yet no one arrived My heart filled with grief I was about to take a step back When a voice ringed in my e......

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...River makes its final clunk Between Hills Rolling boulders like turtle shells Empty of their mouths and hearts River bent Flailing legs and neck No longer reflects The sun and moon From wa......

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...I Tried to Unlearn ……. his name , his face, his memory but each morning they kept resurfacing; rubber ringed feelings that would not sink no matter how hard I pushed down. So I journeyed to p......

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...Before the guns and bombs were made the clubs and fists were swung names for numbers now we trade the senseless turned all numb crumbled blocks broken down create, destroy, rebuild a three ri......

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...The queen has all the power while foot soldiers goad the king though he maybe important the church ahead of hymn as too crusading bishops diagonally move to sing the knights gallant in battle......

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...It is her body by God, so they say, But by man and by rite, she belongs to him. The contract, black and white swirls, binding, signed in ink that bleeds into chains. He takes her as he pleases.......

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...Gotcha! Once respectable haute cuisine thief Sue She..., a septuagenarian renown for his trademark prank to steal himself into a neighboring house, and prepare an elaborate meal unsuspectedly nab......

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...f o r g i v e n e s s is the window to unknot the twigs of tainted trees, where cuffed anklets around the star-struck skin of seraphic silhouettes feel the suppressed sighs of the ice-moon......

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...SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 1 Whoso List to Hunt ("Whoever Longs to Hunt") by Sir Thomas Wyatt loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch Whoever longs to hunt, I kn......

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...Welcome, Summer by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft, since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather and drive......

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...Covid was a piece of driftwood in our psychic stream a dress rehearsal for the landslide in our dream. An appetizer before the seven-course rapture. It is written in our coffee ringed bibles thes......

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...In the mists of the giant bark beneath rise old growth saplings out of crag and earth, where tumbles an ancient evergreen leaf from that marvel of great and splendid girth. That footing s......

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... Bound by the curse arise from inception, Tethered was my fate,with this ruthless salvation_ Despair got this hand through the reality' shade; Despite being apoplectic your glint never fades.. ......

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...For some enchanted evenings... The following scenario imagined after the hoopla of Democratic National Convention miracle workers Kamala Harris and Tim Walz trumpeted politically wholesome zea......

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...The roaches keep launching attacks then scurrying back into Satan's dirty crack covering their backs with the children of Gaza. Launch then hide- launch then hide when they lose ground, they ......

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