Trapping Poems - Poems about Trapping

amid muck and mire of a storm swamp ~ shadows dance below chartreuse skies mirrors labyrinth stifles our souls quest; holding reflections of lovelorn dreams, maxims and myths that fall may wreck hearts ...and hope blooms as a fuchsia rose under rain; where valiant words weave in the wind ~ skirmishing to stave off light catharsis, a guiding star illuminates raw pathways; In the mirror, viewing my...

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Moms wondering when her son will come home She don’t realize he now belong to the road Chose his own destiny, a hustler’s life Married the game, she’s a demanding young wife He’s lost sight Throat tight No longer can tell what’s wrong from what’s right Heart now froze No one allowed close He shows no signs of remorse On the outside, he’s young but...

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The cabin was smelly and warm, made toasty by three old trapping buddies. Dick, the coyote man, Mark, the mink maestro, and Always-alive Raccoon Roy. Raccoon Roy lit up his cigar, and offered the boys one. He had been handing these sixty-five year old boys cigars since they were eight; as he had twenty-four...

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Rapping and Trapping When there are people who are rapping, Themselves into hole will be trapping, And point missing; Things off kissing; Getting bigger and bigger and gaping. Jim Horn...

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Trapping Like a mouse’s punishing scream in that damn trapping device Like Charlotte’s web weaving her undying loyalty thousand threads over Like Juliet vowing her love, drinking every drop of the fatal potion Like a predator creeping behind his prey at the turn of every dark corner Unfailingly we all fall victims to life’s trapping Constructing your own traps as meeting...

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The interstitial space of existence Drumming up support again- Finally I catch the glint in your eye!...

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It's with decision that I put the lid on time Sitting with all my might Calling you over with heavy appliances, washing machines, refrigerators, piling them up on my lap as time bumps upward and threatens to throw me off. "Bring me the heavy machinery!" You hauling chains, greased, slippery with bulldozers and front loaders ripping up floor boards behind you. "On...

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