Strand Poems - Poems about Strand

Alphabetical Nice simple pithy poems Brian Strand contests...

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Hot hushed hisses sweet nothings drip; On alabaster skin they land more ruse than the rough of your hand; Holding me in an ego trip you try to squelch me with that grip; Throughout centuries they have banned hot hushed hisses; Fangs that nip at my lower lip you buckle me I cannot stand; Those shackles to me? A silk strand; Baby go on...

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Natural Went at stream strand to watch twilight ! The Sun went down. Started walk back to home. Darkness to embower soon,...

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Imagist poet Prolific blogger Father of footles Contest creator Emagi guru Aural art form ‘As is moment’ “ichthyschiro” YouTube poet For he’s a most jolly good fellow So say all of Us...

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Once bouyant blondeness now turned like silver tinsel glistening in light...

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Chancery lane at 5 o’clock Towards the Strand I go It’s a tourist kind of walk I do not pretend to know Every building that looks great Winter air is damp and soft Passed the wig shop, by the gate Of the Ede and Ravenscroft Stopped to see familiar faces But there are no more Sellers changed in many places That I’ve known...

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WILLOW ON STREAM. STRAND Restless stream ceaseless runs on vibrant flow. Wonderful weeping willow...

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Today there are no rubber ducks, no flawless hues, To hide behind, as we once did. This day is dark, and gray and dreary, Air thick with the scent of decay and mold, Dull light filters in through the window, Casting a somber tone across everything. Even the freesia suds have gone bad, The water in the tub is murky, opaque...

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The yellow moonlight had gone out. The moon beats quietly. The stars have fallen on you. arrived during the day. The wind mumbled scattering the stars' dew. Dust The sky above is gleaming. Desire is sent out, and love is infused with kindness. The moon can make the night exciting, once more to you. How cleverly the night is transformed into play. Will you and...

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I shoulda seen it comin’ my way - The Judgment Day Bears the brunt of judging as gold Rakes piles of entries, old and new Insists - "completely up to you" As long as you do as you're told Note, read the blog to make it through Submissions, like lava, pour in Tempting many soupers to win...

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Brian Strand loved his poetry organic reciting on youtube,his choice pick with blogs&contests today does confess to thousands thereof, more or less...

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I Don't Want To Read Your Blog Brian Strand. I just want to write a poem. I'm done with instructions. I'm done with obedience. I'm done with the topsy. Just give me the turvy. Turvy, turvy, turvy all the time. I'm done with repetition. I'm done with repeating myself. Give me two minutes and I'll make you a paper airplane. Give me four minutes and...

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TINTED STRAND OF WISDOM The day my eyes beheld the sheeny silvery strand almost had a nervous breakdown was it not just yesterday we recited nursery rhymes and danced in the rain yesterday when we wore oversized shoes and baggy clothes that mama bought us for christmas yesterday when we were just girls who had gabfests filled with giggling about the far future oh...

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The Canadian born American Mark Strand with an aptitude for words ,in another land Though more famous as a poet & my contemporary was never a footle form rimer ,like me...

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spider web glistens dew droplets are strung like pearls I take a picture contest Haiku - Tito Mostafiz you are looking at a spider through a dew drop © a year ago, Sharon...

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