Sweeping Poems - Poems about Sweeping

I stay situated upon an antique dusty leather chair as the scent of incense invokes snippets of half-written pages from my past... thunder gently rolls in from the yonder while I dive deeper into the...

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Proclaim liberty throughout the land to dig, explore and discover to live free in America and love her to create and innovate ~ To Remake America Great! ...

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everyday i sweep the leaves off the porch with full knowledge that come tomorrow their brothers and sisters will rise up in rebellion...

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angels sweeping out flakes lackadaisically successive shift: fast and furious angels on break storehouse still to be emptied funniest sight? a full-size snowman drops from the clouds foreman’s mad he smiles though at the cheeriest curveball snow angel’s never angry more than a millisecond heaven’s work a joy yesterday, today and forever Nov 2022...

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Red Yellow Leaves fall down Sweep left, sweep right Gather them in Autumn’s wicker baskets Nature’s colourful treasures swirling down Ground set afire Rake in hand Garden Cleared 08.25.2021 Photo #3 For Eve Roper's "Double Tetractys 8" contest...

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She is 98 and sweeps sweeps sweeps her patio away Every day for hours Arms wrapped around her broom Bride groom Lifted over the threshold of twigs and torment She cannot see nor hear much farther than her own reach For I wave to her from the yard next door Call out her name Hello Lilith But she doesn’t flinch From her private dance...

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God's sweeping judgement will come on those that have turned back from following the Lord God for refusing to go down God's track God issued various declarations of I wills showing His authority over HIs creation the hand of God will strike down idolatry hating this sin through every nation What are the consequences of life? life without God and all His grace the folly...

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M-ake a sweeping gesture, E-agerly move in gladness; I-nstead of unpleasant acts, perform in sheer happiness. M-ake a sweeping gesture, E-rase the unwelcome mime; I-n morn October second, show sign for a better time. L-et your motion make mirth, E-cstasy, thrill and pleasure; E-liminate the wobbling wave I-n making a sweeping gesture....

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Only the moon wanders around the farm now – a dog barking....

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Once I saw the dark and cold night creeping, slowly pushing out warm daylight seeping; heard the blaring, hopeless sounds of sleeping echoing despair’s sad, woeful weeping. Felt the pain of fruitless daydreams heaping deep inside my heart and soul now reaping nighttime's empty stillness crying, keeping silent tears within...

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The hills to the west were looking at me and whispering. I moved out a little further and turned back to measure the trajectory and speed of their shadow. The sun put her hand on my shoulder and said “Things have gotten a bit crazy, we’re going to have to reschedule” A tattooed cloud took the sunglasses from...

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A sweeping truck came down my street today; its brooms and brushes whirling on the ground. Wetting the pavement and making thin mud. Gathering stones, dirt, lost buttons and leaves. Up and down the street blocks and along the roads. Gathering sand from the winter and from people who litter. And every mile or two it will empty its bin, then...

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Sweeping and cleaning in autumn day: Why is the sweeper sweating in cold ? A place unstuffed is stuffed again. Where comes the silly dirt? Down the streets and up the trees. What can now the sweeper do? Sweeping not against the wind....

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The club that stamps authority when in its Zenith Chelsea! The club with a zero tolerance even in a zero percent ball possession. Chelsea! Breaks, makes and keeps records. 86 consecutive home games unbeaten, for instance. Chelsea! Splashes the cash as money talks, raping all other teams as Trophies walk who else would it be? Chelsea! Who wants to challenge us? Who are you by the way? Oh! Pathetic...

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Autumn comes, layered in dust from summer winds And a a drought parched earth A path leading up to the porch is not as welcoming as it was in May Now overgrown with patches of thirsty devil grass Brown and searching for a drink While weaving it's tendrils between the slate As I sweep the porch, I spy a chipped terra-cotta pot, Still harboring...

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