Salted Poems - Poems about Salted

With an unfamiliar phrase, she reassured me. the fact that clouds are always passing, Additionally, the burden we are currently bearing No difference will be made as the night becomes glassy. We sat there with our legs crossed on the old grass, Using silence as a form of communication. The world slowed down, the atmosphere was pleasant, A little cool and a...

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The salted sea, capricious, Captures dreams unguarded, to roar in glee and toss toss, to crash against his hardened sands. Dreams be fragile. Best to guard and gentle nourish, protect against the cynic salts, the doubting hearts and the deep and salty sea....

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Lagoon of life, lake of man Bitterness in life, salt of man. Sourness or sweetness, salt of the tongue Harvest of the young, actions of man Sourness of tongue, sweetness of the stung Sweetness of the unsung, sourness of the dung. Bitterness of man, life's crucifix Burden of follies, puff of the lung Burden of life, crux of crucifix Flux of follies, marks of...

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Certified vegan; Non-GMO Project Verified; Free of dairy, lactose, soy, and gluten. The consistency of vanilla creamy and luxurious, without a speck of iciness, yet not overly heavy. The flavor rich with notable burst of sweet vanilla. Said comestible insanely versatile and will surely be a go to dairy-free ice cream. Sold at LIDL, and other sites ourselves former first time taste testers erred on the side of...

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She felt the tepid skin of her thigh against her face a teardrop straddling from her cheek looking for hope in a dream that always ended as his slaps left her welted skin...

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gloom flow through a lake when crossed to another edge swing through salted tears....

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I As I re-read Mark - along with an online church Bible study about 1,000 km away - I share my surprise at what I missed on previous readings. The above verse, Mk 9:49 says, "For everyone shall be salted with fire, and every sacrifice shall be salted with salt." No pastor in South Africa, or...

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Thank God someone is protecting the rights those of our Divine Lord and soulfully addressing this how it should be under canon law all political collections outside the church should be stopped as each party was part of this genocidal slaughter which has been signed into law sadness has gripped many good souls knowing suffering praying...

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he spoke of hear the pig's heart they sounded loudly thru the ribs his flesh was fresh and would cause him to wish for silence "the husk's of the kernal's, are grounded by those sages who are brothed by livers and kidneys the flesh of the swine, damn-it might his heart be silent might my ears hearest him not! she created me with seasons in...

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Fibreglass fibre optics frame fielding farmers. Fielding farmers are not playing rounders today. They are pushing little feet into wellington boots then chasing a lone sheep whilst riding on a two ton heifer who wears a saddle and a harness with pride. Oh dutiful tulip your lips of hues are chewing the dews. Like a...

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Salted Tear looking up i can see watery wet droplets slashing on my tear filled eyes my soft chocolate hands are over my face there are warm salted tear running over my hold body and with every hot droplet of water i feel them stinging deep in the plasma of my pitiful soul could i just melt away float right down the drain to have...

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Salted kisses The ferocious rolling waves Were broken by the shoreline Into gentle caressing streams Wet, fine, white sand grains Gently scouring and washing with each new step Left our feet spick-and-span Glassy specks of sea salt crystals Trapped in your jet black hair Reflected the distant lights In the glory of the full moon’s light; A hundred tiny stars twinkling in your hair The sparkle in...

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The pain I feel , deep in my soul.... The soreness I feel , deep in my energy... The discomfort in my breath of life... No one can feel... The disrespectful out burst... The slashes down my spine...everyday.. The piercing in my heart...each second I try. ...  I'm getting spit spatter across my face...  My name no longer...

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Salted memories of childhood. Bitter taste of tears. Father teaching me to swim. Overcoming my fears. Searching for cockles at the beach. Little bubbles in the sand. Scrape with the garden rake. Then dig in with your hand. Periwinkle soup on Friday night. With their curly little tail. Flip the lid off with a needle, to expose the little snail. Oysters were a special treat. I loved their...

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Four, six, or seventeen tulip buds grinning. Of course not on a salt marsh. Leave that alone. Misted aromas of ancestral graves should be cared for not dug but if a slug us in power then a lemon woman could do much damage to lochs, lands, fields and mountain so do not discuss paperwork with...

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