Trailed Poems - Poems about Trailed

...My little guy to my happy surprise is with me still and very spry His heart pills keep him ticking on personality of his still is strong He loves to growl and bark all day for him it is the way ......

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... When the raspberry horizon is curled up, shaping caramel-lilac lips of the cashmere kismet, singing in a choir of cherry chivalry and honey-glazed fireflies ~ those snowy stars......

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...You stood there unsteadily at my bedroom door, holding your glass eye in your palsied hand and asked me if I’d ever seen one before. Can’t say that I have, Aunt Mary. You held it lik......

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...Little Arabella Miller lived in town, but far enough out in green country, To watch the raspberry sun go down, and to climb a lavish, plum tree. Arabella was seven-years-old, and had a th......

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...My dear Isabel, The days have become shorter, the chill bites the air and as I'm walking back through the apple trees, I think of that time the curve of your hip leaned against the cinnamon bark a......

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... On the weary wings of winter the northern winds depart, their harsh whisper in the frozen air the frost-fastened mulberry trees hear, “wait, you’ll listen the sweet music soon, don......

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... Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart, tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night, my love gleamed with an enticing shimmer, reflected by the sequins of your subtle grace. ......

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... Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart, tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night, my love gleamed with an enticing glow, reflected in the sequins of your subtle grace. In my psy......

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...Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother- Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color. The Williams lived in a rural area, with no c......

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...Lirena was a songbird born of yore Who dearly loved her husband everyday; She sings her songs of contentment no more. An adversary’s troops ransacked the shore, A ruthless marauding they did di......

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...Dawn in the cathedral, Hearts at Zion's Gate, They converge to inquire, To seek the light. Darkness has trailed them, The strange lurks around, Nightfall harbingers the eerie, They are unsee......

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...Samuel Woodruff was a very old man, who once drummed for the army; That marched to his rhythmic music, along with all fifers, playing hearty. That was a lifetime ago, in dawn days so pink......

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... Her pregnancy was like an open book quite readable with just a cursory look. She wore a gown that trailed in white and grinned a guiltless smile as bright. And why not, white was only a tradi......

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...I’m thankful for life, It hasn’t been a journey without strife, Navigating the unknown has been an experience, One that has both torn and mended me. I’m thankful for the Divine light, I......

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...Thought streams formed and built up the dream; I was both subject and the theme. I believe things aren’t as they seem; I nearly burst out in a scream. I drifted into a deep stream, Forming the......

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