Soaks Poems - Poems about Soaks

...I have a hard time accepting change The push and pull of the world Will I ever be who I want to be Will the change hurt or help me The fear of the unknown haunts my mind penetrates my soul soak......

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...CHINESE FEMALE POETS: ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Creamy Melons by Chao Luan-Luan translation by Michael R. Burch Scented with talcum, moist with perspiration, like pegs of jade inlaid in a harp, ......

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...CHINESE FEMALE POETS: ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Sung to the tune of “I Paint My Lips Red” by an anonymous courtesan or Li Ch’ing-Chao loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch After swi......

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...Echo of distant cries, quadruped steps deepening into dusk— wind folding the earth’s breath. Craftsman of the spider web, seas of lightning possessing the sky. Guardian of the other side, con......

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...as the rosemary rain soaks pensive petals, leaving an aroma of lovers’ betrayal the succulent scent of his petrichor skin caresses the midnight crevices of this meticulous mi......

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... The Trail of Tears was in men’s thoughts before 1492. Almost four-hundred years cleared the Cherokee-Selma path. Blood dries up like rain. Stains fade from red to black. Rainbows are presen......

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... Written February 04, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: Let the vintage box gather dust; it seems like no one will ever open it or discover it. By Poet......

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...Am I allowed to look at her like that? A question soft, a silent plea within. Her kindness pours, a sunbeam warm and bright, Could it be wrong to find such grace a sight? She moves like water, gentl......

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... My hibernating heart, frozen in arctic horizon, wakes up enlivened in dazzling dawn, the yearning brush soaks the sunburst colors, paints a Monet garden of blooming lavender love, unf......

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..."With every fiber of my being, my eyes glimpse at my whole life gone avail and unjust; the sacrifice mother had made before birth was certainly not enough, wish I had gone through the flames of Nor......

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...Time Period~~1830-1850 As rain falls hard and soaks the ground and thunder roars its mighty sound, so tears of the displaced may fall, our cries bespeaking dearth and pall. The Deep South......

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... It's early January, and the fields are wet and muddy. The rainwater sits and slowly soaks the fertile soil. Heavy machinery has been silenced and put to rest. They shall sleep through Old Ma......

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...Time hands seconds past the minute, winter melts the sands, sprung barter the seeds to take root, petals leave for lands. Abandoned juice bathes the barren, weather soaks wet dreams, towering......

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...Somber slate clouds blanket the longing skies, whilst wisps of snow paint the frozen ground below. Ombre leaves barrenly speckle slumbering trees, glistening sheets of ice coat their fading existe......

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...Between my thicker and thicker lobes Lies a much less thick wick Which reflects a dimmer and dimmer glimmer of what was once brimming with more than a shimmer of hope and optimism Two parties bick......

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