Roils Poems - Poems about Roils

... The silent woman watches, Shifting in the cold. Holding coffee in hand, Watching over the land. Swiftly through the falling leaves, Laying in the water. Boats carving......

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...branches hang heavy darkness roils overhead a tiger trembles lottery tickets adrift in rain swept gutters discarded dreams weeping roses bow in a stillness silenced scent a bee bumble......

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...Natural death licking aims Now our bleach seasons heirs And the pubis of public lore Intrauterine spinning blue dream cream Roils rushing a rock star’s semen searching For golden lands of rum......

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...The celestial royal purple lake of my wandering soul's freedom, in a luminous rowboat of dreams, as the filled moon's fairest face reflects the sun's benevolence. As I dip the oars in stars, sl......

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...A storms coming, I can feel the tension in my throat. Hustling, bustling people, Scurrying all about. A storms coming, I can feel my lungs struggling for a breath. Kindness left o......

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...I contemplate the bobber on the water. It is as still as a friend’s prayer at meeting. Connected to this moment by monofilament I sit as if I were asleep. A gust of north wind roils the surfa......

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...The wind picks up, the clouds roll in; A storm, real soon, may yet begin. The river roils, the birds steer clear, Confirming that it’s coming near. And still I sit, as others stroll, The day s......

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...The first anniversary since being pelted... with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021 sitting in the exact same chair yours truly sat three hundred and sixty five days ago. Watermelons, grapef......

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...The desert wind fares wild and true O'er a petaled face Then scurries round with much ado And roils from place to place. Here where sunshine bakes the sand And dries the dusty air Here where le......

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...it glistens … can you see? do you see that little drop - the tiny streak that writes your name upon my visage - that etches it’s damp and dour reality onto what the mirror shines back at me ea......

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... Constrained, calm and cold, absent all strife Puerile, placid, flaccid in life Nothing to venture, little to gain No bones are broken, no blood to stain… ...The tipping poin......

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...Pelted with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021 Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges... lobbed at yours truly ruled out, hence the missus dreamt up bright idea to enfilade me courtesy pistachio shell......

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...Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete an......

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...This jade river roils into the heartbeat of your weather beaten canyon wetting the wonderment of a restless rebel searching for a lost song yet to be sung, an ancient wisdom winds through the ......

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...The sun hangs low in the western sky. The ocean roils beneath. That red orb seems to hang there forever, Much like our lives, Which are recorded in some secret place. We replay the recording aga......

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