Trickle Poems - Poems about Trickle

Memory like thirst Every urge a first How I remember thinking wet sin Red silk pink ribbon You manage a word Yes . Embraced first kiss Outlandish desire Pulling harder Whimpers first Kiss turns worst Now there Sweet Drips pouring down sheets I came to watch As ideas from thoughts Turn hands low Shh.. I know...

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Trickle, river fickle. Step lively by the side. Fate, thy strictures tickle! Hell, Heaven, woe betide! Wind atop the high cliff wall? Funeral, thy pall. Cherry blossoms, heft to haul. End Times, give a call... Thunderbolt, hover above. Levee, fail to hold. Fit, misfortune! O my glove! Coals within, glow gold... Will of human beings? It must not have the clout. Everybody, pack thy things! Doubt, begin thy bout! Ruin, cover...

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whirl … where waters mingle - the inky black that pulls down swallows … enfolds … the ballet breaks - sun’s golden coins a-dancing, birthing pixies to the brine to draw the gaze with dazzled magic … the glassy smooth that dopplegangs a billowy azure and a quivery, star-daubed vault … the ruffled swells - turning masts to pendulum poets, ticking time as the hulls roll … and rock...

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As the year ends, its hues trickle down into a bewitched sunset, Beneath autumn's brown cheeks, the sky is boldly dusted, With summer's goodbye in a yellow garb, it laid over the lands, The earth's heart in seed, for bouquets shunned, from desires begged. Trills of roses, entangled in the pretentious bloom of narcissi, A swarm of dandelions that detach...

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Blurred bushes rush by Brain bends Time out far across the fens A solitary heron flaps The pterodactyl lazy loads A flyover of long strokes Of reed brushes Eels writhe A dog trotting Leaps across the dyke A wand of estuary birds Cast up from the land Coloured sand vast across the morning sky The power when it comes Succumb The trickle of Wicken...

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When we hear it fall so softly to our feet, do we not feel a softness in our brain? A tiny yellow trickle like butterfly's tears. Softly, softly, we walk in the sand. We hear it fall from our hands, as a tiny cascade, feel its gentle caress, a gesture of fondness, a touch of tenderness, like the softest of music, as...

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The car radio drizzles out some slow music. The reception's not great around here, too many high rise and deep lows. Luckily I know this tune so I fill in some dead air. Back home I found the song on YouTube. Turns out I got the lyrics wrong and the band's name. Words tend to drop down a list of forgotten things that's getting longer every...

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The sound of a cow peeing is the wettest sound, let go like a bucket slush on a barn slab or so my grandfather used to say. When my son comes home I hear his fire hose upstairs and remember how it was to decompress so quickly. Grandad once came out of the men’s room shaking his head, and when I asked why, he...

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The current comes streaming down The road as I tread the steep. In the past I used to frown Upon this carver of ravines deep. Today it's a trickling stream But it's how ravines are born To quell which takes many a team Or to the sea chunks of earth are borne! Water needs to run downhill; And it does so beautifully. Surely, no one...

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Trickle to torrent, feel deep thrill Magnetic heat surprise Voids within, with joy overspill Rapture curve on the rise Heart acceptant joyful Unfoldments wonderful God bestowed miracle Vibrant bliss current Trickle to torrent 23-September-2021 Quietus...

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I can feel the tear trickle down my cheek and hang from my jaw line but somehow wiping it seems like such a waste of time...

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Nope, benefits for the wealthy does not trickle down to middle-class and the poor, that's nonsense. Enriching captains of industry? Please. What about the little guys? They deserve a leg up! Date written: 01/24/2021...

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The old man gave the boy half of his sandwich. The boy gave the cur dog half of his half. John G. Lawless 1/6/2021...

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Should i have told him What would he say When do i not notice him there is not a day can you see my hope trickle away...

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Trickle of Hammer and Cycle Down theory there has been a trickle, And are afraid of hammer and sickle; Trump frown, World renown, And again as usual we are in a pickle. Jim Horn...

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