Stubble Poems - Poems about Stubble

...The fog sits heavy on broken ground, Snow lays light where the stubble’s browned. No sun, just hush and hoofbeat slow, And breath that drifts like chimney smoke. The cows stand scattered, heads......

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...White Suits and Wet Streets, A Miami Vice Poem The pastel blur of Ocean Drive at twilight, a saxophone weeping through the humid air. White linen jackets catching the neon glow, shoulder pads s......

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...Old Man his weatherbeaten face, lined with the hills and valleys of age watery blue eyes set against a backdrop of bloodshot white his cheeks reddened from sun and alcohol, his aquiline nose......

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...Burning sun departing ember of its fire graying as autumn leaves spent and blown by wind of confusion obscuring clarity of truth opacifying colors muting sounds masking fragrance boredo......

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...If my God is for me, who can be against me? And who shall be able to prevail against me? Not any of the forces of the darkness of mine Enemy; Shall be able to become victorious o'er Me! For the b......

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...People seem to forget what love really is. It goes past flowers,small gifts. It’s much more than that. Love showed up when you aren’t longing for it.Love is the reason you get though a long day. Love......

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...I wake up in a film noir bedroom— streetlamp shadows on my ceiling. I dreamt not of being chased but of chasing, of attacking— of taking primitive pleasure from the feel of a face under my f......

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...Its cold and lonely this place no windows no doors to escape just gated locked in separeted Not yet rated in sane lots of pain past and present lots of years of fallen tears know one can Hear see a b......

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... Echo thronging in the mountains living elements that haunt close Capture the inner turmoil in the humid fog Tie together with Antarctic hair grass You have three minutes A chorus of cries ......

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... It was a cold morning, but stubborn sunlight shone through dusty blinds on condensated windows. Their crystallised effect shimmered on decaying leaves of a dehydrated indoor plant. By chance, I c......

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...I just want to write i want to stop my tears from drowning clouding my vision quietly so that no one can hear the ecos of my crys paper and pen are my best friend a day by day re encounter emotions......

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...I was awed by the noise..As breath indrawn.? Of mighty Giants in unseen form..' immediatly after grew the Vivid lemon walls..towering ramparts a firestorm! fissures Of red, glints of blue..With a ......

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... A Matt Calliri Contest: Are You A Mouse or A Mountain 18 June 24 -------- Comes the morning fog sprawling on my territory where northern glens dry from rotten stubble and mess of debris... ......

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...He’s late-stage Charles Bukowski, Hunching gnome-like over the bar, With weary eyes, and scruffy stubble. It’s sure he must have seen some trouble. But he’s got plenty of cash in his pockets, A......

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...On that soon arriving Beama's Holy Judgment Day Will we be facing the Son of Man, very sorry and Afraid? Or will we be jumping up and down, singing And shouting praises to our glorious Heavenly Ki......

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