Sopping Poems - Poems about Sopping

...A senior moment experienced by this drip... awash with intermittent amnesia. Scant number of minutes elapsed... before I forgot whether yours truly took another dose of glycopyrrolate ingest......

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...hannah’s song with cotton clouds above her and yellow daisies at her feet she danced to a quiet sonnet of freedom hands outstretched and palms towards the heavens her blonde hair f......

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...A bird that dips and wavers Over lone waters round, Then with a cry that quavers Is gone—a spectral sound. — Cale Young Rice Sopping wet, the organ floats, flounders in one o......

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...99 degrees on that parking lot, felt like 110, no breeze, nothing to cool ears as they swiveled on a sopping neck. There she was - pushing a lightly filled cart across an asphalt desert. I'......

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... spun … the dust devil did (unusually strong, that) but instead of leaving another layer of light-blocking powder it cleaned the solar panels like Windex and microfibre - shiny … as new th......

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... too brief … the garland on my brow too deep, that tangled labyrinth of epics, eternal entwining my sinews the dark, deceitful dew sopping sun with the parched lips of laurels … whispering......

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.... we'd walk 'long the beech'iz sand sopping from the sea'z visit 'neath ourn ......

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...Today’s the kind of rain that causes Rivers in the street And when you cross, you’re bound to Wet your toesies and your feet. The puddles quickly turn to lakes, Perhaps to raise a flood And e......

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...Written: October 20, 2023, If an opera cannot be played by an organ grinder, it's not going to achieve immortality. By Thomas Beecham ___________......

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...too brief … the garland on my brow too deep, that tangled labyrinth of epics, eternal entwining my sinews the dark, deceitful dew sopping sun with the parched lips of laurels … whispering w......

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...weather’s trying humid hazy has me sighing feeling lazy temps not dropping sweat is pooling clothes are sopping we crave cooling autumn’s coming respite bring......

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... Back I go retracing steps. Against the tide I must tread, Following the arrows down in reverse. Each arrow head points back to moments gone, To a time before the dawn of days past. T......

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...Horrible Soured scent Spills forth from Sopping wet Old carpet Now that rain Has gone, left Its too late Too avoid ......

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...O life, in plasma form! O red stream in my veins! Cells, platelets, tissues, fibers, water, and salts wrapped! O, you who carry oxygen to my each cell! O, you who maintain minute warmth of my bo......

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...Remorseless sweaty palms despite being prescribed glycopyrrolate. Though the angst riddled psyche of mine crafted youth, long since receded, ebbed in the past, infringement, impingement, and in......

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