Staggers Poems - Poems about Staggers

...I am the voice of time — The whisper of centuries long silenced, And today, I thunder: The Earth has turned. The meek now reign. In the year 2050, China stands not as a country, But as the he......

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...Another family gathering the place is packed with deep blue sadness for the passing of yet another friend. Faces are strained to the edge of recognition. pretty bouquets garnish a garish metal ba......

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... Hourglass The sun has become dimmed with each step the pathways seem endless He is dazed even as his mind is fazed He loafs as a floating leaf romancing the breezy wind He is im......

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... In cricket what is the definition of Stoic? Who is the limited edition who debunks tradition Who is the true rendition of heroic? Pay heed to a rare breed from a special creed The house......

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...Belladonna blue. Scenes in a mystery, do. Hope, need ye accrue? Indeed! Heart, why bleed? Lead? Others or ye? Be! Sea; Four seasons; change? Strange... Cold core, darkest door? Ancient lor......

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...Submission leads to sustenance? In what world is this? Death, dynamite, dominance! Blowing Doom a kiss! High cliff force in summer late? Staggers in the gait. O ye gods above, strife? Sate. ......

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...Meteors fall in wastelands forgotten. Poets, bards, sing. Taciturn, red, rotten. Silver at twilight, seeing stones kept clear. Seer, grind gear in the severe atmosphere. Barren lands are kept on ......

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...He staggers, where once he counted steps he now counts unsteady footfalls. Life has become a minor earthquake an aftershock still trembling at the core of a wincing mind. Many years ago, aunt......

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...They gather where the signs hang crooked, under gaslight glare and broken clocks, where the barkeep’s eyes are twin shot glasses— fogged, but watching. Gin Lane rolls in on tired boots, her la......

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...“What is he, this lordling, that cometh from the fight?” by William Herebert, 14th century translation by Michael R. Burch Who is he, this lordling, who staggers from the fight, with blood-red ......

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...autumn lingers unfinished though cold drops november rain and waits undiminished 'til native summer sun remembers what could unmake when days full ache bloom autumn colors quick winter all bo......

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... Cliff hanger story - Freshly shorn scrawny Steady assembly ruptured Atop rocky bluff rugged Shivering survival questionable Seceder’s dream quenchable Reject herd abi......

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...Storms For I have foreseen A darkness approaching like a needle to a seam Move out the way as you might be caught By something unimaginable who could of thought It will scare you, nerves will ......

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... And soon you will see that inside every impossible is the word “possible”…if only we dare to see it. - TerKeurst, Lysa. What Happens When Women Say Yes to God Devotional (p. 40). Harves......

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...Awaking from Stupor 1-16-24 It's not desire per say but the clinging That stifles soul and stops heart from singing Enlivening silence sets our souls free Vibrant in the now, joyful and carefre......

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