Scurrying Poems - Poems about Scurrying

...Sitting attentively on a rickety park bench My thoughts as deep as an ocean trench People scurrying aimlessly with their daily lives In time they’ll fade too, into the archives I notice a young......

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...Drone little specs down below watch them scurry to and fro streams of white and red filling an ocean at my behest with broken backs and crooked limbs their hurried toils are the subject ......

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...My dorm room was bright this morning. It was disorienting. The sky outside was a cloudless, striking neon blue. The air was so crisp and clean, I could hardly feel it going in and out. It all spar......

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... Missed the ones Not seen Sleeping in the culvert By the stream Sounds carrying Rodents scurrying The ones not seen Furry Measuring each tiny step Silenc......

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...I’ll be gone this summer. It’s just a fact of life. One day when the moon settles into the heavens and the hazy heat loses its grip on the day, I’ll walk to the woods and never emerge. I’ll bec......

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...From a distance It is the most beautiful thing An oasis created by God Out in the middle of an empty sea of grass A symbol of life abounding With the chattering of birds And the scurrying of th......

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... gosh, look at the time! he's gotta go immediately! wherever he's headed punctuality is a must, he can't just go yet... his mind in utter disarray, repeatedly screaming... "where'......

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...I'll wake up each morning, A dull ache in my side. I hear the room door open And wait for you to come Throw yourself on top of me, A mumbled good morning or a groan Before insisting we go For ......

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...Up on the winding mountain, there is a structure we knew so well— now consumed by red, devoured in flame. It was our shelter, a meeting place of like minds, a refuge against life’s weight, a......

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...Pick a Title – Wild Is the Night – Sponsor: Edward Ibeh 1-9-25 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wild Is the Night Night wakes In atonality of imploding infernos Stretches, Toss......

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...Morning Turns the Page Night lies softly across the beach, as delicate as a black, silken scarf, while, underneath its dark veil, the sea is blue tissue paper with whitened finger tips wrapp......

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...The parade of endless colors is over, all the leaves are dead or dying scurrying about like frantic crabs back and forth across an icy-icy land clinging along the fence line of time swirling ar......

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...“The Marketplace” Today the marketplace is open. Ready with crisp linens for handfuls of gold. Hordes of buyers stomp the asphalt scurrying by and through to the next. I have worn my smile. ......

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...I’m thankful for the whispering winds and the gentle rain And the absent sun on dark days, knowing it will be out again The moonlit skies at night with twinkling stars shining bright The change of......

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...Cold walls line the filthy, darkened highway underground, A breathless void, where daylight never makes a sound. No leafy shroud to cloak my weary, rugged frame, Dilated eyes, weak, trembl......

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