Short Peddles Poems

Chilllie hot
Chilly not

Chilllie hot
No,sweat but

Battles tongue
To settle once

In little while
Peddles smile!...

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One by one, i plucked away.
The peddles, so i could say.
You love me,
You love me not.
And just like, the peddles,
You faded away....

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There once was a man from everywhere
Within New Jersey’s infamous lair
Mdegenhardt his name
Rhyming is his game
Through the internet he peddles his ware...

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In the garden of flowers 
there is a rose that stands 
above them all 
It's called by many names 
It's thorns never dull 
It's peddles never fall

        you are my love...

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A rose beuty is in its trust of the light,
Once betrayed it has no life,
As its pieces scatter through the sky,
It breaks their heart ,it makes them want to cry,
It has them asking Y?
This beutiful rose has to die....

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oh angel 
your ashes spread so far 
so cold 
your feathers touched 
against the sky of stars
in the mornings light 
you blessed me with 
your freezing arms
and that light was choked 
rose and red 
against the peddles 
of the dead...

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HE LOVES ME WHEN THE ROSE PEDDLES IS FALLING,
HE LOVES ME WHEN THE PEDDLES ARE ROSES,
AS THE SUNSHINE SHINES ON THE ROSES PEDDLES,
THAT'S WHEN HE LOVES ME THE MOST AND THE MOSTLY,
WHEN THE ROSE PEDDLES AND PEDDLE ROSES DOES'NT FALL,
THAT'S WHEN HE DOESN'T LOVE ME AT ALL...

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Blushing the pink arises 
Seeping into this open wound 
Like the love created by a child 
The heart and mind dryly consumed 
Racing, taking, its undecided 
The Rose peddles drift on to the ground 
The world, a memory lost and blinded 
Swaying and fleeting, the lungs left breathless. ...

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Roots within murky water
with peddles reaching to the sun,
this, a spirit of gloom.

casting this life up above,
drifting through fog,
lost among dark clouds.

One reaches and plucks me,
cleaning this muck I was in,
Opening his peddles of love.

Now placed among many,
a bouquet of righteousness,
Transformed with.

Gods Love...

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' Black Rose'
Heart Wrapped by thorns
Soul yearns,
No need to mourn

Sadness leeches the soul

Peddles drip to wine
Soul turns,
Stem brought Aline

Breaking a deathly hold

Thorns loosen there hold
Kindle burns,
Her heart unfolds

Letting sorrow go

Rose no longer black
Her love,
There is no lack

Light now, is the load...

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Lynnwood Windchest roads lying in a row.

She peddles the tea kettle.

Rhyming limes and lemon rinds.

Slipping shale skipping stones.

Silent sighs sail straight past your eyes.

Specifically speaking Pacific shipping.

Ralph elf ate all by himself.

Swans see seven seagulls swimming swiftly.

She throws, he rows.

Pathetic personal problems persist perfectly....

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Blue as the sky, clear as the sea.
Dreams can come true if you only believe.

    Green as the trees, quite as the birds fly. 
You can go anywhere your heart desires.

     Yellow as the sun, bright as the mind.
You can reach for the stars, highter than you can climb.
     
     Orange as the peddles, simple as they are.
No one's stopping you, from trying to fly.

written: 1-27-11...

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After the roses and heart-shaped boxes of candy chocolates
and glasses with broken promises litter the floor;
bottles of crisp champagne dripping in a corner,
as I lay on the hard wood floor, beneath a rug stained with lipstick
and rose peddles,
I laugh at the scene around me,
when I turn over no one next to me and the front door wide open,
what a waste of a day.

.2.15.2014....

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Pink Peddles,
Is so wild and bright,
Makes you wanna, bring it home tonight,
Cutting the thorns,
Makes you mourn,
From its softly touch,
So sweet and sweet,
Like you have some kind of treat to eat,
As you fill the vase with water,
You begin to put Pink Peddles,
Inside,as the sweet smell roams through the air,
Even tho, it may seem so rare,
To have 1 Pink Peddle stitting in your presents....

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I’ve giving you flowers since we met, 
with this gentle message   
I hope you won’t regret.
Your natural beauty is what I chose. 
Like this flower, 

One Perfect Rose.

Life is a garden full of 
Daisy, Dandelions and Daffodils. 
But you are the one I chose,
 
One Perfect Rose.

Cupid uses a bow I suppose, 
a flowers language always knows, 
that within these peddles  
my heart is enclosed.

One Perfect Rose....

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vibrant red peddles.
blooming.
so beautiful.
shining brightly.
thorns just below.
even true beauty comes with a price.
the price of blood.
standing tall.
the days go by.
a little lower everyday.
peddles fall.
the beauty fades.
fades slowly.
holding on.
holding onto every ounce.
every ounce of beauty left.
as more peddles fall.
slowly fading.
fading into death.
death becomes the flower.
as the last peddle falls....

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without you, i am nothing but a bag of fleash 
stretched over brittle bones,
rotting in a house that isnt quite home.
without you i am a pointless whisper,
faint words flowing into an ear that isnt
listening.
without you i am nothing, a wilting flower
in the winter, left alone in a flower bed full of frosted
peddles. riddled with a past of neglect i will try to
thrive, but the loneliness in the soil spoils any
attempt of living.
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Swallowing  scent meant for someone stronger left me sinking under summers sweet 
seductive spell like others who'd fallen that forewarned me of how easy a weakened knee 
bent too far could mean change in me forever...  I embraced the taste of hunnysuckled rose 
peddles sent to carry me afar off beaten paths which I was not familiar.. On arrival heard 
the word relationship which turned that very second into five years down the line, now here I 
stand....

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Cushioned with green, warmed by the sun
Blue sky above, clouds on the run

Clovers three, with luck four clusters
Sharing laughs and belly busters

Pulling grass to make thumb whistles
Picking flowers avoiding thistles

Grasshoppers jumping blade to blade
Soaking up sun, avoiding shade

Ladybug, red, on a daisy’s white petal
Flies away as the heart back peddles

“He loves me” was the last petal plucked
“Does he really?” the intrusive thought struck

© Debra Squyres...

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the challenge is set
as I spy in the distance
an arc of air, a true ride,
one of persistence

for to falter on the ascent
would bring on a demise
and send me stumbling
through the skies

I climb on my bike
peddles at the ready 
and fly off the cliff face
oh so steady

The glide through the air
the power of light
as I reach the arc
in the midst of flight

no substance it holds
the spectrum gives way
and sends me spiralling down
to earth without delay.


03/11/2018...

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