Routs Poems - Poems about Routs

...Whatever, whichever, roads we walk, choose or find ourselves upon keep those roads strange and new. No matter how familiar, known, commonplace, well-trod or wearisome those routs bec......

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...I am a yellow and sweet sticky treat for fuzzy-footed bumblebee, fair and yellow. Silky fellow, delightfully. Sun is warm and runs warm hands through my fuzzy friend's gilded mane. Sticky feet a......

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...Jagged leaves of jagged plants, Jagged journeys of small ants; Justice-like jagged daggers, Jawbone jerking joke-braggers... Jaggedness has its greatness, Uniqueness; concatenates; Jagged pat......

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...What is the value of faith without doubt Love without hatred, peace without routs What is the meaning of joy without pain Words without silence, sun without rain Into the middle both si......

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...The television began to tremble. I was not paying attention but I liked the sound of female voices and the rumble of traffic as the news was trucked along numerous ethereal routs across a homel......

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...Jobless mind, moving hither to thither North to south, east to west, over the world A vagrant; silent speaker with self alone Routes breeding other nude routs to wander Lonely I’m with me, talkin......

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...Lo! Behold the morning with such beauteous delight. See diaphanous filaments bestrewn with beads of dew, sparkling their display of every shade of prismatic hue, exalting the spider’s art, woven ......

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...Lo! Behold the morning with such beauteous delight. See diaphanous filaments bestrewn with beads of dew, sparkling their display of every shade of prismatic hue, exalting the spider’s art, woven ......

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...A savage seraph, graceful lioness, A mortal goddess winning reverence, A blazing focus, freezing fierce finesse, A mixture whole: incarnate temperance. She routs her drought by catching twenty-t......

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...its MORNING MEAL that still appeal its born in the south all routs no doudt there's also chicken legs all is fixs quick BEACON EGGS AND GRITS......

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...my routs the south where there love from above we walk side by side with god as our guild is a train and plane toot my SOUTHEN ROOTS......

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...Colors of what real life is Cultivates it's self Between highs and lows Feelings marking hews Embarking routs Dark then light In all fullness From womb to marriage Carrying events For sharin......

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...Routs different Destination one by:- Vrushani Thaker......

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...the stranded.left dead the small boat carries just one how far does it go?......

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...I need you to follow this road, A bumpy one in fact, If you help me out, We can make a pact. This road I call life, Has many routs, Some bad, some good, But almost all make us pout. ......

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