Submersed Poems - Poems about Submersed

...cut the apple open you took out all the seeds the skin was bloody red but you thought that it was green ate it just like adam i pray now that you’re cursed i let you in my garden and now i a......

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...Have you ever been drunk, and submersed in a funk, as if trapped in a trunk but then asked to write junk in a poem which stunk though your mind has been shrunk by a psychotic monk who’s been......

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...A million ways to spend a day not tried them all but have to say, that if I had the way to when I’d quiet find and open then the pages of the poet’s hand. Then fly away to distant land, o......

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...marvelous, they burst. we are immersed in the fun. our conjugal thirst, meeting of the minds, rehearsed. spectacular spectators traversed over many July holidays. some, coerced. delig......

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...A new year to begin with a laugh and a grin, effort put in to resolutions and absolution for sins. Your own and your kin (though sometimes you can't win) I burst like electrocution on January first......

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...weather turned cool light breezes from the pool chilled my hear......

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...The picnic was set for today: A cause for two hips and hooray. With Split and Blueberry, Their time would be merry That’s if nothing got in their way… The deviled eggs had to come first, ‘Ca......

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...THE WILLOW, THE ALDER (& We) The Willow and the Alder choose to stay By river bank and margin of the lake Their roots, content, submersed, will thus defray A thirst, to take libation and to sl......

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...The Prude Someone tried to step into Rico's shoes But came unstuck because he is a prude He couldn't raise a titter On Facebook or Twitter So now the prude’s gone and taken to booze......

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...I love swimming in the lake of my memories…closing my eyes and diving in headfirst…and bringing with me to the surface…memories submersed. Take yesterday for instance…I dove in on a whim…and ended......

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... "Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved." Gabriel Marcel, Philosopher, 1889-1973 Listen, about a world of mystery I can think of a few that a......

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... Play the bugle taps, as the freedom flag is raised half-mast Democracy is dystopian dead, it’s a Greek tragedy Hear that funeral procession drum roll, and the coffin timbre of bras......

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...Oft solitude's a gift I need to seek when life becomes a circus of events. And oh, how precious are those few unique hours I can spend alone as time presents. These days, this treasure......

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...alone submersed in solitude I probe the shadows of attitude intellect is known to query aspirations known to roam from unexpected mind excursions to my final journey home on thi......

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...(In language of flowers, mimosa is conjuration of secret love: no one knows that I love you) A doe-eyed blue gaze, twirl of curly tress feisty air froth , fizz of golden champagne crystal gla......

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