Tundras Poems - Poems about Tundras

...Hanging hope on garden roses Licking love from silver spoons On the run in tundras frozen Throwing howls at the moon No true way to leave the castle Though you came here on your own ......

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...Oh look here— behold a dandelion woman the original wild flower! I go where I want to go I grow where I want to grow — don't matter if y o u say no dandelion wine summertime relax and rec......

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...Oh, my wondrous winter rose! I live to see you bloom in all your charming chilling grace. Awaiting your pearly presence to embellish my arctic stance stilled in mystic motion, where my frosted sac......

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...It Has Always Been Like This It has always been like this, since the very first slap. We will go north this morning, then go south in the evening, Then we will step this way, and then that way, ......

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...I DREAM OF LIGHTING DANCING IN A RED SKY. BLACK CLOUDS ACID RAIN THE EARTH SWEEPS BEFORE ME HORIZONS OF SILENT DESOLATIONS A CHASM OF GREAT VOLUME BREAKS BEFORE MY VISION LIKE A WAVE OF DRY S......

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...When the doodle of the people opine and the piss spore squeeze, there will be fields and tundras in the deep hollow of moonlight winery ... Scope of voids the crazy ones will say; Reproach......

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...where man seldom trespasses silence prevails through solitary tundras and wastelands ......

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...We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow of a nascent union. Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers over the rose inside my heart, shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire, gliding through the tundr......

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...I find myself from gales and tundras freed Til I am made to weather stormy folk Whose blizzard presence suffocates my pleads- Their fiery embers turn my trees to smoke. Still other people strike ......

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...I was reading a dead man`s newspaper on the first train home Through the ink I read his spirit walking highways lost His life lines were carved into the space of my......

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...I've heard there are two paths you can go by, I've read I ought to take the path less traveled; I've made my own path despite, Ever having given either path a gamble. Lost traversing aimlessly ......

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...My tortured weary body aches, While my minds bright embers aglow, The songbirds of sorrow awaits, Reaping dark empty seeds I sow. Lost traversing aimlessly through, The lush spring prairies fu......

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...Where I live, the people know my name. Where I walk, the moon knows my heart. Where I run, where I watch, where I think; where I really live, where I truly am; there, the rain, its sig......

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...In the vast deserts life struggles clinging on by their toe nails short scrubby plants poke out a hot haven for scorpions See the marks in the red sand of where a snake slithered by side winding its......

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...In many colours I come and many places inhabit when in South America crabs are my favourite I chase them with great glee and delicately Their flesh pick out of their shells and pincers Come to Afri......

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