Twig Poems - Poems about Twig

Its not the revile in the morning its about your tears and how you wish away tomorrow When today is the stet Its not the sound of zephyr that plays occasionally Its the truth blowing precariously The branches learn to bend We took the side road to Bexhill We saw the flames of our love dissipate that early spring...

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Li Bai translations These are my modern English translations of Chinese poems by Li Bai, also known as Li Po. Zazen on Ching-t’ing Mountain by Li Bai translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Now the birds have deserted the sky and the last cloud slips down the drains. We sit together, the mountain and I, until only the mountain remains. Farewell to a Friend by Li...

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The mighty wind, snaps the twig of a delicate branch Drops to ground gently, as if flying down angelically To firm grass, with no sound As a passerby's feet snap it in half, again...

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Brittle and broken, the eucalyptus snaps loudest. Pulverized by constant wear of boots on dusty trails. Debris of lifeless memories detached from vital source, scattered broken on apathetic earth, pummeled by the passerby. A lifetime of transforming sunlight obliterated in the spiraling downward dance of fall, to publicly mourn its own demise at the foot of the future, blooming green and leafy in the sun. Life starts...

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I wandered lonely as a twig that fell into an endless stream. I’d turn and sometimes make a zig or bob along in a bad dream. No longer on a branch was I to gaze steadfastly at blue sky. Instead this stream was moving me so rapidly – I knew not where. Oh, how I missed my tall oak tree and breath of autumn...

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the Twig does a tree have the right to harbor a twig or a twig the right to be maybe the gusty driving wind can answer when it sets the little fellow free skipping and sliding across the terrain then paralyzed by torrential rain but shelter not far away the farmer spreads open his bag our nomad wiggles in to join the leaves and...

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the Twig does a tree have the right to harbor a twig or a twig the right to be maybe the gusty driving wind can answer when it sets the little fellow free skipping and sliding across the terrain then paralyzed by torrential rain but shelter not far away the farmer spreads open his bag our nomad wiggles in to join the leaves and...

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I was feeling like I was beginning to forgive I had started to make peace So, I decided to reach out Test the waters Extend an olive twig And within the exchange of only a few words You snapped it in two October 18, 2020 @katladyt_...

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The pale leaves of spring unfurl in splendor A soft blanket covers the land Forest and fields wake As a gentle wind blows in the heat of summer Tall grass stands perched on the dry ground Birds sing in the early morning Then seek a shady perch Life in motion All in a deep green In the leaves comes autumn Lands of yellows...

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We could have boobs in the 50’s and 60’s We could have a nice round bottom. We could be Vargas girls, on our way to being Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfield. That all changed in the wave of a twig. Twiggy. Skinnier than most twigs actually. Svelte on its way to starvation. She became the “new it girl”, the new look. Karen Carpenter had...

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a twig snap from the cliff - bobcat treetops glint in sunlight - jackrabbit leaps footpath between the trees - hoot owl ...

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a twig snap from the cliff - bobcat treetops glint in the sunlight - jackrabbit leaps footpath between the trees - hoot owl ...

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A worthless-seeming Twig pile mixed with twine and string ~ Mother bird's jewels...

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Long ago I had a coroner friend. Wasn't long before he shared his dark stories... People passing away in strange ways-in strange places. Distorted postures-a maggot's buffet. People going for a bite to eat-never returning... his confessions never leave me. I shared my stories with him. but they paled in comparison to his. I doubt if he remembers any of them... Does anybody remember...

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The heat is soaring; No breeze to allay; Little puff clouds drifting, Magnolia leaves falling, No moisture in sight, A twig lay on the bannister, Or that’s what it tries to be, It is a long camouflaged insect Yearning to be free. Fly away, twigged bug, And message the clouds to rain....

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