Stretch Poems - Poems about Stretch

The shift begins unnoticed, a quiet agreement between the sun and the leaves. No grand announcement, no blaring headlines, just a gradual softening of the insistent green. A single crimson leaf, a hesitant flag dropped on the battlefield of summer, a whisper of what's to come. The air, once thick and heavy, thins ever so slightly, carrying the faintest breath of something cooler, a promise whispered on the breeze. Shadows lengthen...

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endless leisure hours as distorted time stretch before me... like the infinite vista upon the midwestern plain farther than the eyes of mine (an ascetic and copacetic shortsighted father of two grown twenty something daughters) can no longer see, since sockets severely seared staring at the hypnotic screen blindsided courtesy the magnificent 7 (a group of seven major technology companies that consistently outperformed the overall stock market, particularly in recent...

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In a world where shadows stretch across asphalt streets, the modern man searches for his soul among dazzling advertisements, alienated, stripped of ancestral creativity, transformed from a creator into a silent consumer, his smile, a mask on a billboard, bearing the pride of a scentless existence, in a world where presence becomes absence, and essence is lost among useless objects, our souls are...

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Amidst the folds of time, the shadows of memories stretch silently, I dress myself in your echoes, garments of dreams and bygone desires. They don't fit me, but I wear them like a cloak of untold stories, slipping off my shoulders like a river of whispers lost in the night. You extended them to me as relics from a...

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In the twilight of civilization, shadows stretch like dusty memories, Europe and America, once beacons, retreat wearily from the stage of history, Under the pale light of days gone by, the depths of collective memory stir, The new era makes its presence felt, a mechanism pulsing with the cold rhythm of innovation. On the brink of this dawn, the...

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Two young wrens sat on a wire side by side. Then one bird stretched her wings ever so wide. The other bird grabbed the tip of her wing, And she began to scream, poor little thing. Pulling much harder, he wouldn't let her go, But lost his grip when she moved to and fro. Angered and miffed, she flew to a...

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One thing I love about the heart…as each day we grow a little more is it’s amazing ability to stretch…a little more than it’s ever stretched before. As a child…how easily it stretches to cover our mom, dad, sisters and brothers…. and when we think that’s where the stretching ends… it stretches even farther to cover our relatives and...

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Starting with the toes, Leaning from back to front. Curling muscles across the back. Never stressed, Elongated. Pushing out from nose to tail. I go from one appendage to the next. Toes than feet. Moving knees...

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Giant Yawn full body stretch full flop lazy slow tail swishing curl into a ball contented sleep ...

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Nursery Rhymes Poetry Contest Sponsor-Eve Roper A Mother Watches Her Daughter Stretch Her Wings There was no stopping my daughter's quest Like a baby blue jay leaving the nest She would take to the neighbors with a zest With play in her eyes, she would meet her guest A cat, dog, and garden laying at rest My little one reached in her Sunday...

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Between the rain drops I grew, Long feet, arms, and ears. The rest of me was nowhere near. Never felt like I belonged. Kids at school called me "Stretch". As I tripped over my feet, And couldn't play catch! ...

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In the quietness of dusk, when shadows stretch long over the fields of memory, Memories rise like reflected ghosts, wandering through the labyrinth of thoughts, Taking me back to the times of childhood, when backyards were boundless realms That embraced my young soul, offering a stage for the great symphony of the earth, The seasons playing in their fullness,...

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In the twilight of my soul, where shadows stretch and yawn, Everything around me seems to evaporate into the abyss, All my life, my memories, and my imagination slipping away Into a vast, silent void, as if whispering a final farewell. Yet within me, there pulsates a reservoir of dreams, The dreams of the entire world, clinging to the fragile Threads...

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In the realm where shadows stretch and fragile light flickers timidly, a world where each step, each whisper rolls into the void, modern beings are entangled in the web of ambition, not to be, but to succeed in this relentless race. We, the descendants of the tireless generation, where the anthem is "do more, but feel less," are the architects of...

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Under the spell of twilight's embrace, where shadows stretch like whispers, I find myself caught between worlds, an echo in the eternal winds. Man is out of nature and yet hopelessly bound within it, A dual existence, sewn with threads of starlight and earthly decay; We soar among constellations, thoughts ablaze with cosmic wonder, Yet housed in a vessel that...

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