Silted Poems - Poems about Silted

...Running blanket breaks in gloom, cold and heavy; silted mask. Distant visions and bubbles bloom, weakness comes (death at last).......

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...There's a feeling of sadness Mixed with a wistful awe As we pick our careful way Across a rubble strewn floor. An eerie sort of half light, As though hiding from the day, Hiding our history unt......

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...Are there ghosts on Hessle Road Do the bell bottomed boys Slide quietly into Rayners For the pint, the craic, the noise. Do their pockets still jingle Until, having spent it all It's again thro......

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...Under those same stars black the river grumbles below the dark cloak of night grumbling louder howling in the stirring silted froth black pools deals death hidden in the still, deep. Liberum......

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...My cowardly self, said to my bravest version: Be not too much, Be not too less of me. His eyes were darkly silted ponds, His hands worn thin, By the clutch of a shrinking skin. My courage r......

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...An alternative bridge. Under those same stars black the river grumbles below the dark cloak of night grumbling louder howling in the stirring silted froth black pools deals death hidden in the......

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...Can you believe Instead of caring for one another Right under our nose We are losing it While our eyes are opened To the noise and din Our ears are closed To what's within Why we fail to real......

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...So the October sky let loose its stores in drip and drop as nature restores the wilted and silted back to life. A rainbow here, a rainbow there. All signs of good fortune in time. The Shuramur......

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...He trusted that writer’s block was just a lull and searched for his pen Ink had dried for some time and his worn mind scratched for words A lullaby or even a tristich would do if an epic eluded......

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...Dried creek beds Longing for their tears Something amongst the fallen leaves of dust covered hopes and floors Traited trunks stand witness Still in their helplessness Showered in light and lo......

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...something that was promised in quiet moments when night creeps on toward its soft dawn bed I wonder why we agreed so long ago at this time to meet who were we then before blithe spi......

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...Give me all of my private time I will succumb without a fight And later be your every whim First those few seconds of respite Before once more I crawl through slime Notice how once my gown was ......

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...Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis jutting out of everywhere snaking through country and metropolis twisting turning in floral bliss but more like snakes that hiss But in quietude fe......

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...***Dedicated to a wise old man I once knew*** -----" There is no such thing as death..." ------ an old friend 'O desolate wasteland, filled not with flowery rus......

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...At the silted banks of river Nile, I'd sung to the glory of Lucy; I'd soared high over the echoing Savanna and fought and bled for Shaka Zulu. I was first to push back abyss, the last to be ripp......

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