Scraping Poems - Poems about Scraping

Scraping morning ice off my windshield is not hard. I just use an expired credit card....

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A SCRAPING OF SHOVELS From muffled silence arises a distant drone …..a scraping of shovels chattering across concrete cracks drum rolls of muted angst …..a scraping of shovels trembling dominoes awakening others ….a scraping of shovels rolling back the cover of winter’s quilted silence ….a scraping of shovels earning the price of an afternoon movie …a scraping of shovels welcoming the neighbors to a frosted block party …a scraping of shovels rumbling sound track of...

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Old, weary, sad Wracked with pain and sorrow He wrapped the night around him like a cloak Long had he waited for this eventide And he had earned it, giving all to family and work. The wind came up and carried in the sea mist off the fjords He pressed his cheek against it The briny smells awakening memories of years at...

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Shovels' scraping shows work well done Keep it up! Congratulations!!! Service to God is number one Yielding fruits of commendations. With the Lord's strength as girding might Shovels' scraping shows work well done Radiating life-building's bright light Exemplified by God's great Son. Designed perfection had begun Masterpiece upon faith-venture Shovels' scraping shows work well done Thru divine nature and nurture. Model of utmost excellence Paragon's best for...

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Scooping up my pain with these shovels as I try to write, embracing all I lost in a life I never knew I deserved. Keeping forgiveness and empathy in my clear sight, and trying to remember...

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If it weren't for you I'd still be scraping the shovels On land hinged by drought Digging for achromatic memories Beneath...

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My momma was big on naps when I was a girl. Until I was eight years old, she sent me to my room on summer afternoons. It was probably because of the heat in the south, The way it it penetrates to your insides leeching every bit of moisture . . . Just like the overheated engine on...

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There is a loud sharp scraping of shovels, digging another grave; this a daily event in the graveyard, oh, death comes like a wave. When our life time has finished we must leave, and beloved must grieve. We cannot hold back the shovels scraping, and cannot hold back death; for our time left is ever an hourglass, yes, until our last breath. Listen to my...

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There once was a man who loved rakes why pay when their there for the take as the leaves go pell-mell he shovels like hell then he rakes , and he rakes, and he rakes There once was a man from southern New York who planted the shrubs with a...

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Shovels Scraping Standing quiet so as not, to cause a riot. Boots are heavy full of grit. Hair is matted and full of sweat. Muscles ache, with move they make Blister blood, mixed with mud to forms a horrid crud. When I signed I must have been blind. No amount of money could, make this job funny. Then a shout from the gaffer, come on you...

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This banyan tree on the wayside pasture boughs cradling the nests secure the birds of blue return, verdant foliage making shade serene the scorched travelers rest awhile, the tree revels in pride. The winds of harsh time take the toll gaping trunk wrenches the soul, defoliated, the skeleton stands stripped. The birds don’t return, the travelers pass by, in sorrow the shadowless tree tracks the...

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It is a sanctuary of hushed stillness here muted sounds of nature prevail a rustle of leaves, a scurrying of rodents flutterings of birds flying and chirping. Peaceful it may seem, and yet... I have dwelt here uneasily, year after year hard pressed to escape my confinement tormented by nightmares tragedy without resolution. A new day dawns, much like any...

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When the snow arrives at night, Blanketing the city, All is peaceful, soft and white, No longer gray and gritty. But with morning, what we hear, And there is no escaping, Is the grating sound, so clear, Of nonstop shovels scraping. Sidewalks must be free of ice And everyone so doing Is not concerned with being nice, But staving off some suing! March 5, 2019...

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Wind blows ashes all around, as men toil – bent over at an arduous task. In the place where a scraping of shovels incises the coming night, their blades incise cold and black encrusted ground. Attached to the shovels' handles are arms which are skeletons, and the arms belong to bruised, decrepit bodies. Hacking and wheezing, the men continue smiting the earth...

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A SCRAPING OF SHOVELS-- A duel of occupations; Farming or construction; 2 metal clad tools of uncovering'; Clang N clang, touch rub N bang; Scape-scape, dig-dig on dirt, sand, gravel and rocks; A scraping of shovels; Excavation in construction; Mechanization via steam shovels; And later hydraulic equipment; Hand shoveling dirt onto metal covers; A scraping of shovels; Connection tween shoulder blades and digging blades; That the...

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