Suds Poems - Poems about Suds

...“Imagine,” he said, “the magic of pretending, whether one is in bed or on a mountaintop. —quote by poet The rush of wind, and hush of chimes, between breaths. ......

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...Something Sweet I want something sweet Pestered by my brain It’s like a recurring tweet I am trying to refrain Something sticky like toffee A gooey dessert of delight To eat with a cup of ......

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...Her tears fall like rain on a borrowed shore, A quiet deluge, seeping through seams, Staining the fabric of a life not hers— His shirt, his collar, his cuffs worn thin, Drenched in the sa......

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...Credit Card Put it on the credit card but pay it off quick nothing hurts more than high interest that sticks If you don't need it but buy it anyway remember to enjoy it cause brother you will p......

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...I already understand that children grow inside two blinks, as quickly as the novel Mayfly comes to the surface to die. I'm pining for those first days again, of edentate smiles, milestones......

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...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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...A squirrel got into the homestead, it picked a lock with a dry thorn. The smell of dank fur clung. We carried small talk above our heads. Nothing put away but still dangles. Denim droops, snag......

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... My Garden Colonised In spring, I worked so very hard To make a garden of my yard I planted seedlings, but alas A hoard of pests arrived en masse From all the pests a plant can h......

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...A scarlet daydreamer marbled in blue velvet marooned in confidence mired in yucky mucky chucks Twas a heist at gunpoint to honor those petted I have brained the threshold and my mind turned to ......

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...I want here a mug of cold beer, it brings us good cheer, make mine a Rainier. Want one that’s crisp, so cold it feels brisk, don’t need a lime twist, I’m just fine with this. Won’t drink th......

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... Here comes the storm kicking up its heels, exhaling wind and sea. When it grows up… When it grows up… When it grows up, what will it be? Here comes the storm ......

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... Bouncy Brock blew bigger bubbles than his friends, Friends whose bubbles were small, soapy bursts of suds Brock’s bubbles were so huge they’d certainly cleanse While his friends ......

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...I am flowered in the shade of bird wings neath patch of deep sadness absent of clouds beholden to loosen memories mist filtered cell charged energies their liberal release bars that s......

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...I was more of a step stone than a stepson a tiny stone leading to the heart of my father. You played the game well... though squeezing a ring from the coal of his lonely heart. So, there I wa......

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... If only I could wash my brain My mind would be so clean Then certainly I would be so sane And no way to be mean I’d scrub away all the pain I had Scrub away all the bad hair d......

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