Rubs Poems - Poems about Rubs

...Brackish lichen forms a raft upon the pond, a low haze floats like a moored airship. Small frogs chirrup sotto-voce as if they were dreaming sparrows. Water birds dabble in their sleep. Soon ......

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...Sometimes he’s next to me. Close enough that the air feels different, like something charged is sitting between us. My stomach does that thing, tightens, flutters, not because I like him, not like th......

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...My lady friend and I sit on stumps. When she sings she rings the woods with a monarch's butterfly wings. A crowd of bikers on foot as hikers in thick with woods unsaddles moods. Old ladies ......

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...They're knocking at me door In the middle of the night They're knocking at me door Giving me an awful fright. They taking me To a camp where Ashes fall like black snow. I'll not be overjoy......

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...as though endless life ants and anthills rise and fall --- midst snake intrusions ......

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...Climbing from the sands, velociraptors turn as one Triceratops and stegosaurs arise to share the fun And then they march en masse toward that briny maelstrom And Adam Adams yells, “They’re heading......

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...The waves&her Along the waves she ambles Prevailing the ocean elysian The longing feel of a hiraeth Sensual, her cheeks aflush; An inamorata. She gently rubs her eyes and sees- the bewit......

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... WHEN SANTA CAME TO BENARTY Santa came to Benarty One cold and stormy night The snow and clouds that gathered Made Santa ground his flight. He landed behind the graveyard In Dallas Doyle Par......

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...Light throbbing in the heart of darkness Shakes its density and solidity Dawn lengthening towards morning Mops up darkness slowly Shadows vanish In its brightness It rubs them off the bodie......

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...,,What do you mean?", I say while running after Josh, my uncle. He likes to drink wine so it's not unusual for him to be like that. Don't worry, I am 27, I can handle that. I broke up with my girl......

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...The speaker of the poetry verse… tra-la-la happy or spinning on bicycle endlessly seething the poet’s plotting the speaker’s demise or life without permission ......

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... The rash upon my wrist awaits the railroad track Nail to penetrate my flesh ......

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... birds sing on wing big yawn at dawn sun's out no doubt sunrise rubs eyes gets up makes cup... of tea, felt free! ......

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...____________________________________________________________ It is the persona naught beseech favors from those four elements Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire for the restora......

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...It is a tale known throughout the ages Of how a hunter ventured into the woods In search of a doe. And not just any doe, But rather the most beautiful, Wild, And graceful of them all. ......

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