Slanting Poems - Poems about Slanting

...The sun on this September afternoon is not quite what it might have been in June, but hot enough. My barman’s chatting on, while somewhere, some lopsided carillon is clanging tunelessly. I’m in t......

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... DORMANT DREAMS, INTENSE - THEIR YEARNINGS The night has erupted in a thunderous bedlam. As it comes crashing, an unrelenting downpour, volcanic its intensity, lashing out its love......

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...Dust shrouds the peeling varnish on the old church pew as Noah (first of his namesake, last of his namesake) thumbs an overripe orange in his patchwork coat pocket. The preacher, made an obelisk ......

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...The sun, a brass gong, a brassy, blazing command, it wakes the world, with a fiery, golden hand. The air, a hesitant breath, in a nascent, cool embrace, now exhales, warming with the sun's g......

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... What do you see when you see trees? My eyes travel each trunk and branch. With feathered leaves in blowing breeze till the chipper comes with a cranch! Your details shine with luminesce......

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...What do you see when you see trees? My eyes travel each trunk and branch. With feathered leaves in blowing breeze till the chipper comes with a cranch! Your details shine with luminescenc......

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...Another fine spring day gently dying, Subtle variegated colors and Tender vivid greens are dappled now With golden flecks and dollops of buttery sunlight. Shadows begin their mysterious, meticulo......

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... The charcoal cloud miasmic, melts in the ashen scorched sky, summer drizzle descends with the fascinating flotilla that floats in the arid air. The seeping spectrum of the setting scarl......

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... Written: May 20, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell  splendid summer shoreli......

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...Time's relentless hands cast their shadows On a middle-aged woman in a lonely corner of her room She drapes her shawl around her shoulders, And there she sits covered in sheets of memories where......

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...I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change, Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged. Studying the said effects on the biosph......

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...I am the void I am the wrath I am the undulating sun seraph In the temple of the butterfly The shadow is my alibi ~moths, in rooms full of angles circle, languishing slow as death caugh......

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...The sky, heavy-laden with curdled black clouds, Burst wide open, and all night long it rained. It pitter-pattered on the panes, And rattling on the slanting roofs. It churned the dry soil to a pu......

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... While sitting there with my soul being fed, That sweet, tongued preacher preaching over my head My mind slanting......

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...Outside my window the glimpse of a twinkling muse sprinkling little bits of imagination into my soul. I espy a little Reindeer prancing in the deep, deep woods. Slanting my eyes ......

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