Splashes Poems - Poems about Splashes

Within my joy there is no hidden sorrow No sense in mixing opposites I see Don’t want to rediscover gone tomorrows I’m superficial, from the signs of depth I flee Knowing that troubles could be easily incurred In magic of the nature I’m involved It saves my time, and helps me to endure The anxieties of this deceptive world To swim beyond the...

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She chants a ditty when she splashes with ducks The mud hole under them is mighty with mucks. She’s getting dirty, her daddy said, looking at her coat. Don’t be a spoil sport, said grandpa, you are not an old goat. Grandma took up for her also, loving her smile and her song. Let her be a child as much...

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"summertime splashes" some say summer symbolizes warmth unleashed with undeniable light most say the season is rainbow rich making earth and sky the place to be evermore for lovers under such spells running and racing from upcoming cold time never stands still or sleeps for impressions harbor until her next roll managing hourglass sands to downfall as enchanting elegancies plan each lovesong search when the moment...

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Life takes on a vibrant zing, For we're marching into Spring, Viridescent splashes seen, Flowers refresh and leprechauns preen. written on 5th March, 2022 For Andrea Dietrich's "March In" contest...

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The Silver spirals ...

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Splashes, radiance With special infused laughter Loss of pain ensues Russell Sivey...

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I once rode a hurricane  from Trinidad to Budapest. Almost drowned five times grabbing onto driftwood that floated by to stay alive. Prayed and prayed for a ship to passby. Finally landed in a place of many temples  A monk had given me rest. Nourished me spiritually   set me on a peaceful path, told me to stop searching for what I lack. Taught me to...

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I had waited for you seemingly forever So long did it take before you were to come into my life But in so many ways you had always been there Your hair so white more than once people Said that you glowed Your eyes blue gray Soft but piercing. In the spring we’d plant flowers and you quite the...

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they're not listening still explore with me if you will vibrant colors that could kill explode with me into Vincent Van Goht's insanity where we shall see the beautiful side of Huemanity paint my picture grey, red, yellow, and blue color me like lovers sometimes do and draw pictures like Vincent once drew surrendering shadows of me suffocated by shades of you ...

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