Sort Poems - Poems about Sort

I can make the world dissappear in this moment all that I am is lost ,dissolving into the sunset I smile as dusk comes to run her cool fingers through my hair ...

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This warm breeze a gentle reprieve From the harsh cold of winter A day in the sun lounging thawing my body against the heated rocks This is the comfort of your embrace A sweet lie in the middle of a bitter truth I can touch the sun as it blooms Pushing through the frozen earth My heart opens A thousand yellow...

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Like a ghost ship idly mooring Cleaning your own mess is totally boring Sorting other people’s stuff is fun however Why don’t we switch houses in cold weather? I’ll sort yours and, you sort mine. We might both have a really fun sorting time. How difficult could this trade of services be? I just have to find someone as messy as me....

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When life underpaid Max ~ he started taking kickbacks...

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Trump has been breaking laws create and cause crime with his claws prefers premiers and skinny shahs rile up people with his paws likes pulling at loose straws at his hamburger always knaws likes women who wear big bras have heard his oohs and aahs Trump gives me the blahs have heard his youthful ye's with horrible hahs prefers hearing much...

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A - rresting beneath dancing fingered fronds palming zephyr's touch. B - each building sand castles throughout dawning sunlight. C - rumbling granules of fate in the noonday sun. D - esigns creating a new look ashore. E - diting newly fallen sands. F - ace swells and thins between surges. G - entle washing refreshens a former facial look. H -...

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I’m the Lord-of Kind-of Sort-of Can’t make up my mind No yes nor no Just maybe baby Give me some more time I’m not ready To go steady Can’t we stick to dating Don’t you worry There’s no hurry Nothing wrong with waiting As the Lord-of Kind-of Sort-of I will not court a bride Til’ came the Queen Of In-Between Who also can’t decide We’re both unclear Which way to steer And should we say,...

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Through the edging of the night he was there steadfast and strong teetering at the tip of her thought a yearning to be allowed to become undone through the hallowed the wanting the waning until the rise of a new lit sun for night was her day and he held her young through it all ancient echoes still sung...

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If you want clarity of thought, Then sorting is a skill you should give some thought. If you want to increase your chances of becoming rich, Then sorting is a skill you should give some thought. If you want a tidy house, Then sorting is a skill you should give some thought. If you want to move up the ladder at...

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A Bio of sort I sometimes remember things I didn’t know I knew it comes to me like a clear vision in black and white I like seeing movies in two colours, say, Casablanca as I like the contrasts between white and black. When a child, sweets were rationed, and we had tokens we handed it into the sweet shop,...

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I try to keep my brain alert By writing poetry. I am still trying to think, But my mind is deserting me. My mind is in a muddle, As is my pitiful brain It is a constant struggle Am I going insane? Or have I already gone And I don't know it yet. Will my mind recover? Or is this as good as it gets? I am...

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The best sort of wonder Stares blankly, not just at Rain, and its pooled splat; As informs mesmeric On how each act projects Its ripple effects....

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weighing the total sum of existence is not a skill which is given to us lying well beyond realm of human minds even those of prophets and wunderkinds requiring eternal omnipotence along with very dogged fixedness on the tracking of every single change within unending universe of strange perhaps why all the gods are too busy to notice devotees in a tizzy over all who...

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Those who wish to live long aimlessly try to take advantage of life shamelessly...

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Suffice it to say Today is a fine sort of day Unless you are out In the field pitching hay! THIRD PLACE WINNER written July 20, 2021 submitted to "Bite Size No. 14" poetry contest sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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