Searches Poems - Poems about Searches

The grown Dove searches for mud to disparage its mother who granted them this pure white. Lord endow me with divine purpose, help dry this dirt on the earth a brown ocean, swelling, percolating. A window pane snaps from the pressure I remember the day I was born. I weep, I weep, I weep. A bird scurries ‘round my neck it is a little pigeon it...

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Aunt Maise was a decorator, not well known, but fine. Her attitude was catchy, her enthusiasm crossed a line. I loved being around her, and remember spending a day Where we ran from store to store, looking for a toilet for play. She had designed a bathroom in orange, not tan or black or gray. She wanted to include a...

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Not always but The Search is often Engaged In writings Of the past.. Such writings may be Handed down from Sages who have Weathered the criticisms Of the centuries.. A deference to their Words is accepted As the search ensues.. There seems also The appearance of A realization that All of this is story Equal to other stories Of searching in Other climes......

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Aunt Maise was a decorator, not well known, but fine. Her attitude was catchy, her enthusiasm crossed a line. I loved being around her, and remember spending a day Where we ran from store to store, looking for a toilet for play. She had designed a bathroom in orange, not tan or black or gray. She wanted to include a...

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Earlier in the week I was pretty sick and Peter was pampering me. One night, as Peter was taking away my tea tray, I took a selfie to send to my mom - as proof of life. He looked at it from the side, “Ooo, no,” he frowned, “too slutty.” He put his hand out...

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loud cracks and creaks permeate the silence inferno’s roar is heard in keen ears of wildlife terror is felt throughout the forest animals flee, but many do not make it out the blinding smoke and their fear leaves them helpless some curl up, waiting for death the fire walker trots through the forest looking for her young not realizing she lost them...

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In the bejeweled sky I don’t count the stars, for whom in the dark void do they shine, I ponder. In opaque nights I search for the stars in vain, but discover them in child’s eyes, I think why. On the beach I don’t count the rolling waves, for whom under the blue sky they...

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My heart searches for your love. High and low,i search for your love. As the universe turns around. I still search for your love. I wonder why i can't take a breath When I'm around. I try to hold your hand..but you fade Away from me. Your love is like the wind that blows Away. As the wind blows,i can see your smiling Face. Thank you for...

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AN ARTIST SEARCHES FOR THE MEANING OF LIFE BETWEEN THE CANVAS AND THE PAINT IT’S ALL W/HELL...

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Blake found a webpage on the internet Smiling at wife, "this will be fun, I bet" Wife grudgingly came along Blake sang a fun little song “How much trouble can we really get?” “It will be grand…we can make our own wine” “And honey”, Blake said, “It is about time” So to the vineyard they went And too much money they spent Broke but...

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Sorrowing she sadly searches shards surface soon sedations sends sin scurrying....

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