Stringing Poems - Poems about Stringing

...Sitting here again. Eyes closed. You? You’re here, never far. Table for two, linen dressed in floral patterns bringing out your eyes. Coffee for me. Tea and cookie for you. Holding your hand......

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...The Truth The way I feel For years our love was a thought No true nor false Lies the whole time Love wasn’t there You cheated everywhere We had two different storms Your rage was Thunder My ......

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...As I wander across the arid dunes Singing along, stringing along the ghastly glacial tunes Sinking in the sands of debility Saddled on a ride filled with sanguinity Pondering, contemplating, desp......

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... Rubicon Crossing Behold a young man in his late twenties Standing silently near the swampy sho......

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...LAO TZU ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS I An unbending tree breaks easily. —Lao Tzu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Nothing is weaker or gentler than water, yet nothing can prevai......

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...April 9th, 2025 birthday poem for dearly departed papa Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul which rocketed into aerospace (courtesy General Electric satellite) just a tad shy of fif......

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...Unelected billionaire, Puppeteering the POTUS... Money-stringing corruption: A democratic country, Lunching its democracy:-......

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...Implosion of democracy Explosion by hypocrisy Not what God meant to be Twisted by man’s hands of deceit Whitewashing history Distorting views Blatant blasphemy Stringing together fools ......

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...Deep bass breaths blue soothing strong Play me like Picasso piano all night long Nibbles at my ear are a peach love song So dear my heart cheers stringing me along My knees melt like Swiss chee......

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...Close your dream filled eyes Quiet your anxious, loud mind Run wild from the intrusive taunts Fixating, gossiping over you in silent, Yet understood tongue. Let the lies of yourself fall throu......

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...“To Edward Young” by Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock translation by Michael R. Burch Die, aged prophet: your crowning work your fulcrum; now tears of joy tremble on angel-lids as heaven extends ......

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...Written By: D. Collins 11/27/24/b> From here until eternity, they will follow me around. They won't let me go until I am in the ground. ......

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...Packed my 92-year-old dad Into the old Lansing-made black Cadillac To see the Detroit Symphony play at Wharton We’re dressed up at the red light of Waverly and Saginaw This vital busy corridor ......

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...The sledding and the skating in ‘63; the sugar cookies frosted green and red; the stringing popcorn with my family and going anxiously that Eve to bed. The gift exchange when relatives would me......

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...Needling thoughts being bewitched Heart of art revealed in telestich Ending letters of a poem Stringing me along Despite my rights my wrongs Singing me like a song Dreaming me into the unknown......

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