Tucks Poems - Poems about Tucks

... The small shoes sit by the door, dust motes dancing where tiny feet once shuffled, eager for cartoons, for scraped knees, for my hand. Her drawings still cling to the refrigerator, crayon s......

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... nimble fingers crafting creases pleats and tucks paper musings posted on April 29, 2025......

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...In this new century of our Lord The gardener planted the young tree Placed in garden of Gethsemane An olive to the knee Around two thousand years have passed A beaten path close ......

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...[As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia......

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...I met her once in a house with no laughter, where the wallpaper peeled like old regrets, where the air tasted of dust and waiting. She sat on the staircase, small knees to her chest, counting the......

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... Head twitching, black eye gleaming, reflecting moonlight, He dreams of hoarding that great shiny orb. Tucking it in with his precious treasures inside the Rowan tree to fea......

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... When two people love each other It’s like the confluence of two streams.. and the two of you immediately begin making memories wrapped in each other’s dreams. You feel happy, safe and comfort......

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...Spirit of the great white eagle. A beautiful, majestic bird, so regal. She is gifted with love to behold. She spreads her wings, lined with gold. She soars into the morning sky, Beckoning f......

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...This is that real love. The kind you don't find just anywhere. This is that love that needs no words, Indescribable, endless, lasting way longer than fiery lust. This is that love that welcomes y......

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...The woman whose eyes tell a tale of a different story captures my curiosity. Wiser than her peers, whom she has fooled with a nonchalant exterior and disregard for her surrounding animosity. I see a ......

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...Watched it, well not IT, not the balloon with a clown attached to it. Watched a true story better left alone I’m all alone I must dispense the dust cover of fear My pillow is mauled in toss and......

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...You rang…illumination of bittersweet passion. My facial vitality warmed by the welcoming awakening. My eyes become as stars linked together with humanity The balm of a new day. ......

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..."To live is to suffer; to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." Friedrich Nietzsche Some say life is a mirror.. Whenever he whistled his eerie tune, he would always tell me, '......

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...As I sit wandering about the south side of Chicago captured effortlessly by the tall dandelions watching the lightening bugs rest on sunken cattails we often lit them just before the sun se......

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... His assignment was a simple one…to go home…observe his family and then write an essay his teacher entitled, ‘What Love Means To Me’ He did just that…for days he watched his mom…he secretly took......

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