Swelling Poems - Poems about Swelling

Gaseous ice water floats across the field White exhale comes out of the mouth or nose thin roof, two infants crouching to shield Snow remains in these dreary sacred zones A wave of emotion that brings chaos Roaring anger melts away the ice of sorrow Distraught that melts cool, and again pathos ink dripping from a ripped paper swallow Pounding the beach of...

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Were I to ignore the ever-swelling tide Lay my head upon the pillow unheeding, Allowing fate alone to be my trusted guide I would lay life’s better choices then aside Betraying the inner voices ever pleading, Were I to ignore the ever-swelling tide. Seems folly to live a life whate’er betide Without awareness of choice interceding, Allowing fate alone to be...

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Just pondering on overall life How to paint apocalyptic pads Darkening clay ashes Toneless voices Endless falsehood Withered, weakened Ditched in favor of gloomy, silent hallways Refrains shouting her wails How I'm twisted into a vast web Feeling the quakes of helpless prey In rhymed subtlety fought dream's moods Swelling elegies Lingering sighs Loom twirls on the death spiral A wind song's agonizing aches Swaying in their direction On the verge of a...

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To the Dear Swelling Gods, I truly hope your listening, for I really do need you today. You see, my body is very swollen, filled with fluid the Drs say, my skin is pulled so tight, its going to crack open any given day. The swelling is causing me to itch so bad, Im ready to rip off...

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The sound of water gushes down the big dirty river beating on the backs of stubborn rocks whose root is buried beneath the pregnant ground penetrating the deep and listening to its musical sound Water flows intensely down the cascade searching for a pathway to break through my inflated soul Trees hangs solemnly over the bloated well This is the place...

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cleavage deep then swelling, Valley shown, cleavage deep then swelling, held with fabric stretch. The might of such a pleasant sight, made my mad mind, want to write. Pleasure seeing, what a thought, the given treasure, hidden naught. Stimulant raving, ever rare, oh, I shouldn’t stare. Difficult coordinating, hand, mind, and pen. for the present beauty,...

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Sweet Thin, Swelling Lust Honey tasting, Sweet thin, Swelling Lust, Never enough! The ever giving, Wanted and thrilling, Waves of overwhelming, heated need. This my intensity, wasted on nothing, memory will always heed. Still the past, Make it the presence, Travel with me, Years be gone, We the future, Time stand by, Only the memory, Lasting forever...

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Red swelling Red swelling, curving waves, barbed for protection, the picking knaves. Sweet detection, granted wealth, scent luring, casting tempered spell. Grasping the knowing, needed want, you the restoring, making the wanting, long will I dwell. Oh, Season last long, thanks for the giving, Rose, I know you well....

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Broken dreams and silent schemes ripple swelling crys silent nights of hidden fright wave's now pass you by detest these broken shadows these flames of fickering light april in the mist of time sorrow hold it's flight wake the dormant times of past arise become your flight april taste you glory april seize your mind arise this fire yearning the glory of your ride broken dreams...

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Compelling and Swelling When you have something to do which is compelling Will it always seem like your head is swelling Like poem wanting to come out and be written down Which sometime in life may become world renown. To write poems as hard as I can will always try But what you should do is significantly simplify So I never, ever...

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Four scores and seventy ingrained in blood stained garments ancestors still rumbling in their graves impatient souls lamenting their years pages kept turning pens are writing and the story is unfolding Dead trees hang over broken walls threadbare buildings stand solemnly in a city that was once their home mothers weeping for their children people scramble in the streets and the great big God mewl...

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The beating and pumping of vitality, Floats down the protrusion of acceptance and validity, And your consciousness slithers out of my hand. Rather than soaring among the vapors, You pool in the soil and muddle innocence, Dripping and swirling in melted mercy, You cloud conclusions and rid my body of clarity. Plumes and tornados of guilty dust, Infect my young lungs, And corrupt the...

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This is a breezy and starry night, with no strange sounds to induce its mystery; lingering with sadness is the loneliest heart opening the pages of an unfinished diary... as I sit alone drinking my bitter wine, but it should be sweet to make me feel fine! Has anyone seen me swelling with pride, wrapping my arms around her hips and pressing on...

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Look arround, every thing you see are bright freshness of air in which man, dwells heather. Yeah, the environment, it's the swelling of nature....

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