Ruminating Poems - Poems about Ruminating

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The blade of grass between my fingertips, stood firm until the winds came. The river that I sat beside - a mirror to the clear blue skies- shivered under the command, of the same breeze that cooled my hand. Revelation tends, for the souls of men. All is tranquil within our hearts, until Typhoeus escapes his bonds....

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These arms are my olive branches And these hands are my emissaries They speak languages I cannot speak And convey emotions I cannot always put into words They have my full delegation to mediate on my behalf To negotiate To appreciate To celebrate Or to capitulate if required They would like to think that they know you well And...

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I,I,I,I, don't know what got me here. My soul is impacted with heartbreaking despair, and logic is dim and unclear. Should I have? Should I have stopped him from walking out the door? Should I have expressed my feelings more to the core? Was I? Was I too intrusive or hollow during his moments of introspections? Was I beastly in measuring his...

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Ruminating vagaries of life May 2nd, 2021 (conceived while in utero which loosely summarization in toto of this ordinary Joe Schmoe, who did wade nine months for a roe at mercy of obstetricians status quo, giving me a jump start to blend pro pen city utilizing both a very small oboe, and combination cross bow either plucking or shooting from off umbilical cord mocks nocks...

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A 3,000 mile distance, A six hour plane ride No place to run but a 4x4 hiding container, full of generic tampons and cheap toilet paper Left with nothing but the truth to face The sorrowful clouds ready to burst, eventually emitting drops of serenity and colors of gray Hating the past, and dreading the dismal future of fake tears and...

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