Toggling Poems - Poems about Toggling

... Perched in a leafy tree sipping on poetry eyes trained on rolling hills toggling ‘tween windowsills points of vantage as yet unimagined heretofore ne’er examined ......

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...Like telephone poles on a country road the years stretch endlessly before him One no different than the other an 'only family,' no sisters, no brothers The first stretch he calls 'o......

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...The skies so brew colors raining blue Marshmallow clouds raging pillow fights Sheets folding down bedded grounds Someone's large hand is toggling the light switch Flashes of thunders lightni......

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...My spirit is smiling but my body is reeling, the pain is riding in my chest and I am almost out of breath. The days have come and gone but my spirit is standing tall, the ocean is moving around and t......

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...The perfect night arrived in a Porsche Stars were happy Bright and glowing right there in the sky With silence and ear-soothing whirling of cool remnants of harmattan escaping through the windows......

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...Its' truth, and it's in the dark, but with the spark we can wall off like a plaster of farce, any indecent start, with incandescent sprawl to remark. As if it were all the placated thing......

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...Climbing the mountain cliff, Banging crazily led to foot slip, Gone like a mad toggling mind flips what a new outlook trip!! Frozen mind stopped like a clip, Slipped only little down yepp!!! Fel......

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...Loverly lusting everything living life as it's lavish Learning to Listen lastingly liking the letters tragic Trusting in ever targeted tempering tantrums tethered and Tempting ticklish touching sp......

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...My Experience Strength and Hope Crimson wounds the world cannot see Scab over just in time to be ripped off again These wounds I do not hide They bleed from the inside Left, right, forward ......

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...The dark poet every word is a piece cut from a victim. Every letter sliced into the body Anger is filled in the aftermath, because the poem is never perfect and he has to try again and again to get ......

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...Chasin’ Lighting – In Honor of the CUA Crew! Several rickety rides held together with the faith of the ages, Sages some might say, turnin’ pages of things old and things new, The chosen few, ridi......

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