Stall Poems - Poems about Stall

If you could fight the storm And sail the angry sea If you saw a figure right in front of ye Would you stall out Or would you call out Would you lock out Or would you walk out If you could fight the crowd And brush the cloth of He If you could hear Him call to you “who touched me?” Would you stall...

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Midst the flit wandered mist of lame Autumn tethered vestige suns, seas a riverbed failed wanton seasons a whole third it saved absence to course unforgiving outcome to no avail, tooth and nail have they none in favored sway Summer's full weight reversed subtle eve of Earth's slumbered leaves embraced whilst silhouette's danse, scales seized near bottom. The flicker of light dew quench...

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if you are finicky or squeamish at all do not crawl under that locked bathroom stall. You never know what you will find on the ugly floor crusty dried feces and urine, other awful stuff galore if you are the one who locked it and slid out of the way know that we custodians kind of despise you today....

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Yesterday was a day As today is a don't Stall the jarring Stem the sudden stern jolt My trajectory wavers Flourishes While withers Undertake to understand steps That fall away to the side I spin and I spiral I clip and I catch I fame and I fortune I ditch and I dash Today isn't done Though thinking is empty The day that was this Stalled slightly on...

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Stuck in a stall? Two options beckon. But only one I deem correct. You can just sit there or decide to... reflect....

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To stall On a concept Is to be Trapped.. The flow of What is happening Seems interrupted And the concept Pedestal's itself.. Fundamentally Setting a filter For what is Happening......

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Cold nights sleeping in a toilet stall A place of some sort of safety for rest My dirty bags make a pillow To shut my weary eyes is a blessing One or two hours is what I hope for My body is contorted all different ways Muddy boots are pressed against the ...

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Winters Stall Written: by Tom Wright 10-18-2019 Silently shifting directions, Migrant winds arrived without an entry pass, dispensing a dose of shivers. Wind chimes become agitated, and chatter on our patio, disrupting the stillness and hindering my thought process. Leaving me consumed by haunts of another time, When I was “as confused as a goat on Astroturf” unable to determine “if I’d found a rope...

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I remember the thaw when I headed South to crawl through Carnegie's tunnels in a Saab that would stall in the mist or the rain Spring, Winter, and Fall-- O I remember the thaw and the chance of a change if I could move what I did from New York's north grid down through the...

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I see them clearly, although they try to remain hidden. They laugh, and talk, flirting with each other. Why can they not see I would like some alone time? I never get that any more. This new foreman is a great guy, but there is always music now Or talking or a pretty girl, visiting, bringing muffins. I liked the blonde...

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Shall Stall Tall Wall Which Should Sprawl What seems to happen is they shall stall, What is supposed to have been tall wall; Better yet, What we get, Is us being stuck with more urban sprawl. Jim Horn...

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It's become fashionable to un-label things be beige about everyone and everything beige is a politically safe mirage of tranquility because beige goes along with anything be gender neutral or face a horde of fire balls ignore when your ballerina is in a knife fight with a studded biker over a piss splashed stall label me whatever but I like my...

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A little smile delights my soul A little money appreciates my life A little love achieves my goal A little care flatters my wife Strengthening my resolve to perform better Duties and responsibilities I bear In my role as family pace and trend setter In spite of mundane outfit and suit I wear As through lifetime I educate siblings Endeavouring to develop their...

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Showe, shower stall I really like you Easy to get in and out Shower, shower stall Shower, shower stall No matter what i do Adjust shower head the floor has puddles I really don't know why the repais are done Now the floor is dry then again its wet Shower,showerstall I see the wet floor You were fixed before Now the floor is wet once more Sigh! I wish I knew why...

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I'm here tonight to stand in the ache. The ache of hollow, the empty of the not simply empty; rather, the empty of the recently full. The silent ache of missingness, of quiet. Before the ghosts have risen, before the memorial stones are set. Before the cards arrive. Before the flowers are vased to wilt. I'm here tonight to stand in the ache. Of what so recently had been. Of who...

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