Sodden Poems - Poems about Sodden

...At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow, Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show? As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face, The long-awaited walk soon becomes a shambles of a rac......

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...As I lay on the forest floor, peacefully gazing at the starry sky, I wonder about the blessings, ~that are numerous, than the stars passing by. The sodden ......

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...Lay there sinking, thinking under the surface of sodden anxieties. Recall you darkly the flickering hours, the tinctured years, as sweat-stained sheets leech. This room may be your last gasp......

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... The furtive idea, flares ghost-ignited, in a fevered yellow-blue glimmer, on the edge of sight, just out of reach, beckoning you towards it. Pirouetting, bobbling and whirling, above the sod......

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... Sodden residue forms a slippery grin, asperous fingers caress so gently. You tilted my neck to get a word in, the alien touch is so foreign to me. I’m so used to things that are vicious, ......

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...“I’m so very bored,” Raisin said with a frown “Me too,” said Rum, “but with rain pouring down, It’s not like we get to go out for some fun.” Raisin said, “Will this rain ever be done?” Sat on t......

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... Placed 1st in Contest rain shine so divine sprinkle blessings kissings wet ~ feet in leather boots ~~~~~~ Rain-shine sound patter mad hatter Alice lost i......

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... "Though old and dilapidated, one's dear home can never be empty. It will be full of memories- sweet and sour- a snapshot out of time that talks aloud of happy memories. Even amid the hovering gloom......

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...Sly low tide sneaks up to smooch the smooth shore that holds old footsteps left behind us and lends itself to sand castles standing guard until high tide plovers dart on fleet feet across sodden......

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... A scything rain crops the high reeds. Never saw the storm coming, too busy rowing my mind through its own river. The ducks and herons have all gone they have not flown away, they ha......

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...Against a willowy wailing backdrop of inner chaos, an indignant incendiary mask stifles the simmering cauldrons, of a stoic stage clown post lachrymose performance wearily stunning yet stung, or t......

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...Where the hail crests the sunlight by the hill on which we laid Though the bedding were not empty as the rocks did fight away In the confounds of our memories too soon pass ways galore Love then ......

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...Damp linens flung aside sodden cushions Flank by flank She was damp Nickel sack and bark rings Verdant gaze meet hazel orbs Ripe late April Northern Flatlands moisture Slaughterhouse savory mi......

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... To the skies...cries of have we sinned..the seasons spinned...winter grinned as before it’s really beginned...spring’s been sneakily binned.. That bitter wind does cheekily blow...delivers tingl......

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... When the sodden vision lurks in the dark depth to see the trace of soul’s insignia at the bottom of tranquil sea, I fail to discern where the solemn stream I cry flows to lie beyond th......

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