Tugs Poems - Poems about Tugs

...Juicy Couture Juicy Couture Dont make ish like this no more Bring back good fashion SHEIN is tired Wool, silk, linens Put polyester in a fire The fads have faded Trends are tired Give us......

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... On the bay the wind is scurrying along its flock of waves, with white crests honey combed, to flip over their edges, on blue foreheads. The bow of the yacht slices through the waves drive......

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...Whoosh, the wind through olive trees, tugs my dress with gentle ease. It brushes neck like whispered breath, soft and quiet, light as rest. Flit-flit, white butterflies fly, soft as ash, then ......

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... Breath in, breath out the tide ebbs in, and surges out, flows and pauses. Swings and seesaws rock, bounce and rebound, up and down, in tick-tock metronome time. Memories tug, get hugged, t......

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...How do you stitch a shattered soul mirrored in cracked reflections? Friends arrive too late, armed with needles, once the bleeding has stilled, sewing memories into a cloth of loss— stitched of s......

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...If unexpectedly I were to die, then this at least is here for all to see - something of mine, a collection of what was I; to survive the flesh, what could beat poetry? Hubris begs me "Don't le......

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...Morning dew clings tight To thin branches reaching to the sky While gravity tugs down. Crystal balls reflect the world While keeping their secrets. Some round, some oval, Frosty beads and c......

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... Hunger for perfectly placed punga path Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed Glorious green sheens in ......

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...It’s not on skin, but somewhere deeper— buried beneath smiles we rehearse in mirrors. A silent bruise, left by words never said, moments never shared, goodbyes that came too ea......

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...Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar.. Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…lace whirls..grace dimpled dappled ja......

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... Broken China is the second solo and final album by Pink Floyd’s keyboardist Richard Wright – it is a concept album based on Richard’s then wife Mildred’s battle with depression Broken Chin......

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... Restrained on a leash that extends ten feet or so, the little pooch is as compact as a battery and charged with as much energy. With his tail erect perfectly to the perpendicular, he beams a......

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...Habit is Heaven's tame redress: it tugs down the skirts of Happiness. —Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch Till, conquered by gusts of cold air, as Winter approaches, I find, on......

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...For let me be remebered Not cherished, loved, adored God let me be remebered Despite all of my flaws Let me not be an angle In the eyes of the world Let me not be diluted By the demise t......

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...The world unravels like a threadbare flag— stitched in whispers, undone by the weight of sky. You stand accused of love’s ancient crime, the heart’s embezzlement, the art of leaving. But who can ......

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