Top(A) Poems - Poems about Top(A)

Antique ceiling tiles were shaking loose I had a birds eye view of what would be normal in this type of barn the science of love is in ones willingness to be loved in such willingness one includes their needs wants and reputation not wanting to be involved due to association to others might be enough to reduce the feelings and dissolve a relationship.. In poreparation for love might...

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The day is bright Behind us is the night The sun smiles Kindness in endless piles Trees, flowers and bees alike Our hearts beat to the same strike Yesterday's pains, sharp as a cry Dissolve like the stars when the dawn burns them high!...

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Sex on the beach time * Served up in the noonday sun * More than just a drink *...

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A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and weathered, strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements. Legends of wraiths wander, replicating whispers of infected insanity. Laughter lingers in suspect...

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Black top was miles and miles away Dirt road as far as you could see The future just a minute away Was everything you wanted it to be Taking our time but not slowing down Heads in the clouds, bare feet on the ground Up with the sun, chasing the moon around Dirt road living with a real country sound The black top...

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We think we have the best of both worlds… we get to watch the sun set over the ocean… watch as into the water it slowly drops… And we also get to watch it set…into the horizon from on a mountain top. There are many things we love about sunsets… A few of them I’ll name… One is how in a lifetime...

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Ouch! Please mommy stop it’s not fair I pulled on her robe as she pulled on my hair Halfway through combing out my long curls mother hurries to get to the other girls Gentle brushes won’t tame unruly locks now grown sentimental first hair cut marks a milestone I never thought I’d cut it off though she’d threat But too many...

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Great Beefy Tasting -------------------------- Walla,Walla the sweetest onions around! Brioche buns soft pillowy texture! And roasted garlic cloves! Were one to clarify the butter add the garlic and add the onions and then paint the buns to be toasted. set aside the buns. and then caramelize these onions to be set aside. Grill the big beefy burgers to a perfect medium. To what degree of wellness is the suiter desires. The lettuces, the tomatoes, the...

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Early 1980's my Three- and four-year-olds ...

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What do I see, you are looking back at me. In my youth wearing a top of pink polka dots, with a skirt of green and orange fabric knots. As I looked-I laughed until I cried, every time the wilderness mirrors walk by. These very old mirrors are such a thrill, they love my fashion wear even if it is over...

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I plant a tree on top of the hill and there it stood still I water it with my tears and it kept blooming throughout the year and now it is spreading it’s branches everywhere and its trunks is parachuting into the sky but its main root is getting dry cause no more tears are left in my eyes the hill top...

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Wake up! The voices in my head keep screaming Open your eyes The voices keeps echoing Always waking me up Whenever life hits me down From the mountain top Down to the depths of the valley. Look up! The voices keeps yelling like I'm in the well You miss a lot of blessings, when looking down Look up!! So you can climb...

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My neighbor's piano swirls around her finger likened to a keyed car where scrapes linger. She teases out a tune as we both try to hum along with swirling keys her fingers drum. The naturals and the flats whirl around us as we mount her piano earthbound. Her slap grooves my cheekbone to her hand. The sting grooves with a vinyl record...

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I need this kind of peace Where the light clouds Is above the black clouds Not too hot, but temperate Feeling, touching cool wind Touch my tan skin and brush my hair I stand in a place where I am level My eyes to see below my gaze The green mountain far across wide The sea is at left below my eyes And the houses...

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Scrape away, at a life. You just weren’t given any real instructions – so, you scrape like a carpenter at grey washed walls, wanting to peel off old paint – old memories, in your head you scrap away the talk back – that little squirrel inside the trunk of your head it scrapes. You scrape and scream, you scrape and feel the muscle of...

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