Scattering Poems - Poems about Scattering

Love, since I first saw you, you are a dream scattering through my thoughts, like a river of light flowing ceaselessly through the valleys of my silent mind. I try to forget you, if only for a day, to find peace in the silence of forgetting, but my heart refuses to part from you, anchored in your eternal...

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Dark grey clouds begin to form in the morning sky Strong winds develop leaves begin to fly In the distance, a boom of thunder creates a sinister sound Rain pours from the heavens scattering children from a nearby playground Up above lightning dances across the sky Small planes become grounded far too dangerous to fly Storm drains...

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SCATTERINGS  anticipates in sequence a  breathtaking  possibility constructive & respectful but otherwise unremarkable a distinctive  image a level of reverence in a  designed  pattern a   comparative   once  formed as a key  approach clearly  meaningful to explore the long-forgotten  idiosyncratic  &distinctive faux-naif style with innate ability  to elevate  the everyday carefully  spotlighting &highlighting  an important facet to celebrate  innovation...

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Don't dare joke with their doctrine Nor raise it in a latrine Like had tried Goofing Kathrine Now melted like margarine! Their Doctrine not in bathrooms: Bathtubs never living rooms; Their camera can scenes zoom, As one body choose your doom! One they won't mind battering And one's tressure scattering; No rowing of one's bought boat No testing of one's new coat... You they shall...

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I had a pair of the most beautiful wings, But I grew bored with flying And so I never used them, Never exercised them or Stretched them out to feel the Sun on my back, That warm glow that lately I had been too accustomed to the cold To appreciate as I used to. I got so used to seeing the world As a bird...

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One's ill respite, ne'er distantly the acclimation's Faith as sight before the God of might stay free, as justice arbitraries fight! My land, my kin, my own insight in peril, e`er the speaking's height. I bow, this distance, kneeling's plight in some small space, withdrawn, ne're flight! Oh, God of mercy kindle quiet that I may speak to Thy invite, forgive that order's serving...

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scattering my art up on the wall à la louvre posted on August 27, 2018...

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You were drawn to its contours worn smooth by the elements over eons of existence; cream colored and streaked with grayish blue with its scattering of sparkle - ensconced in the sand special amongst the many on the rocky beach a souvenir from the shore of the day we walked in its mist and the wind blew our footsteps this way and that...

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Translucent thoughts linger on the breeze. A sigh’s echo, counted, trailing beneath the trees. Images in fluctuation reliving days gone by. If only in the memory… when it’s not feeling shy. Leaves of change engulfing the seasons that are spent Now scattering what is now and all that was the day it went… © Debra Squyres 3/17/15...

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Gathering a plethora, of abandoned blossoms high and low, a covered basket and pockets full. Light footsteps through shady trees releasing dainty blooms for me, nature’s soulful aliment like a rainbow placed strategically for a little girl's innocent eyes. Blooms falling into my hands on a wooded path for one, then scattering to the wind, a fanciful dance, free of pending frailty; prancing petals take flight before...

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The blue Sky is copied, And, Pasted on the Oceans!...

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As virgins, the roses flew. Slowly drifting and scattering, Themselves amongst the ashes of love. There whispers of adoration now silenced. But as dawn rose so did the roses, And peacefully they did drift, like a dove. Until they touched the black, And golden sea that is your hair. Slowly sliding down towards, Your lips, and like rain the roses slid. And when one met...

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America, in this modern age Population so proud On their ancestors heritage But in the annuls of time Not that long ago To a new world they came Immigrants so They travelled far and wide Some further than most Open invitation from their American host Many reasons As they left their homes Some directly While many roamed To America's shores In their many ports Protection by, their...

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Morning light and time breathing, he slipped himself underneath me as daylight broke, I fought tears, I fought him, I fought myself and life happened in the midst of refusal... I fumbled in my pockets for pieces of him when the puzzle of me scattered, I watched months become rich with memories and curls tangle themselves into shadows...

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