Strew Poems - Poems about Strew

...Callimachus English translations For Gail White To the Cup-Bearer by Callimachus translation by Michael R. Burch Decant the wine then toast "To Diokles!" Nor does the beautiful boy Achelou......

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...These new poems are my fresh thoughts, In those thoughts, my dreams stand and shout. Striving to solve the riddles, they strive, My soul always hungers for something new to thrive. This poem is......

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... Falling Autumn leaves brashly wave goodbye to Summer And strew the pathways with emeralds, rubies, and gold. Radiant beauty engages the land in mummer Encouraging Sum......

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... The world where I do not exist is only a heartbeat either way A flicker of light a trickle of tears blue turns into (grey) And it is grey not black or white A void without permission ......

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...The threat of rain’s kept folks away, But out here by the river, The sparrows flock when I sit down, To see what I’ll deliver. I never feed them, but I guess That other humans do And so they ......

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...For the love of fame I loved cows sent from the children's home to a farm because I was in opposition My job was to milk seven cows in the morning clean their stalls, muck out, and strew straw......

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...Memorial Day – 2024... origin of holiday Strong and brave men and women gave their level best crème de la crème strongest and bravest leaving grieving significant others with emotional ago......

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... They are an amazing view. There has to be a loose strew. Imagine dogs, in line at a tree, waiting, one by one, to pee. What is this world coming to? ......

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... What do I eat The same things on repeat What to do Should I have a strew? What should I pursue What will it ensue Nothing seems to change Its all so strange I even complain Always the ......

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...small forest The small forest or the woods by the white road made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment Squirrels played here and had no fear of lone dreamers stumbling over oak root......

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...Beneath the blanket of dreams, impenetrable nights, you have reason to cry, Our bastions of hope are now but ruins and deserted streets, The walls of the heart that seemed fortresses stand ready to......

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...A POET’S PREROGATIVE We right our souls as we Write our souls because we must, Or like confetti, the words'll bust Out from us willy-nilly, and Poets cannot let words simply sully out, ......

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...I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub (a poetic partial fiction blended, diced, fricaseed, marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, stewed... with fact) Hmm... ......

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... Within my depths ancient murmurs arise. As had Phoenix, I had burned to ashes. Yet I rise to strew the day with surprise as I flourish in brilliantine flashes. I am boisterous and bla......

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...In hallowed halls of learning's sacred light, Where dreams doth take their winged and lofty flight, There stands a school, a fortress of delight, Its beauty found in minds, a radiant sight. No ......

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