Sodden Poems - Poems about Sodden

...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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...I dove into the deep end, headfirst, quite a splash, Not of the pool, you see, but grief's enormous gash. It’s Olympic-sized, this sorrow, chlorinated blue, And I’m the sole competitor, with nothi......

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...Born of the earth To shine beneath the sun Feel of the air On my skin now basking in the breeze Being a mortal Keeping my soul within To grow and drink of sweet waters Thus bringing infinite......

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...Her tears fall like rain on a borrowed shore, A quiet deluge, seeping through seams, Staining the fabric of a life not hers— His shirt, his collar, his cuffs worn thin, Drenched in the sa......

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... Clouds of despair drifted in seamless sky of sorrow, storm surged from the dismal horizon of mind’s visage, showered tears in psychic streamlets in torrential flow, like the rolling......

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...Dr. Foster lived in old fashioned London, and was content to stay there; As red roses are content being caressed, by the wind from everywhere. Dr. Foster loved his daily routine, like the......

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... dreaming color onto gray dreaming with open eyes sometimes I think about nowhere, how I'll never see that same woman walk that particular way down that street donning those same shoes......

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...the ideals of my youth seemed so right at the time seemed so right to stand up and fight it seemed the right passage to take but.... the flames that once rose ......

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...His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star. —Arthur Conan Doyle Sky of Fireflies Might I return to the night, alone, except for the pitter patter of ra......

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...I couldn’t help but think now of where her life would go now she was gone. I suppose I done it to myself really. I transfixed on the reasoning for ages, only now coming to terms with what happened. B......

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...A young man, once a driver, Accused of killing, Left unheard Was thrown into a cell, They say he got what he deserved His girlfriend, just a young girl, Was torn up, and distraught She sent hi......

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