Twines Poems - Poems about Twines

... “as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stance perhaps did cause to put her heart’s joy on pause though we’re gentle, not hostile ......

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...What a wonderful life it would be If there really was a money tree A great big oak, at least ten feet tall How extraordinary for us all All day, we pluck hanging twines that join Tall branches......

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...Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. In his tongue. Whose tongue? Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Goo......

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... Emerald wisps and lavender mist held within the white abyss... Gazing from the window ledge a Winter song drifting in has brought the birds to joyous song a beautiful muse a......

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...in the hush of dawn’s embrace, where roses sigh in velvet bloom, I found you waiting--soft and bright, a whisper in the morning light your laughter spills like silver streams, your touch--a pe......

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... We Align People don't live a facade of niceness It is birthed from the heart Overflowing with love For a picture does paint a revealing moment in time With encouragement, rel......

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...Where Are You Purple grass waves in the gentle breeze Violet leaves live on the tall tree White laced ivy inter-twines Light blue skies are devine Puffy clouds float by This field of rye Why......

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... Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me It never gives passes Eloquent in its misuse Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the slivers......

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...Ah, luminous white she blooms a deceptive ghost lover of dark arts of charisma and night moon seducer logic diffuser defense reducer user of dreams abuser of romance tempter-serpent twines......

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... In the morning she was found deathly still, her face quite pale but her lips and cheeks rosy pink; with sorrow they buried the old lady, in a sunny place with great weeping trees and birds......

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...All of you Parrotheads covered with oil And feathers, and signs, and pins — Jimmy Buffett (Margaritaville) COCONUTS Coconuts are bosom buddies for some Parrotheads. The twin cups (A,......

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...The color palette of the world has changed. Wispy painters brush clouds line a clear calm sky. The day is dry and cold, powdery snow starts to fall. Flowers have ceased budding and spilling over i......

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...It's just happened again From fine to not Like some twines or vines have got me caught The sun it shines, had spring in my step Then the pain appears within my chest I'll distract with work, hav......

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...What good is the wave, if sails, It awaits no means, destination. What good is the tide, If it rises and falls over sights of unpleasant expectations. What good are words, If it's origin comes f......

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...the swash of cold waves, ankle-deep, twines burning sand - infinite surging oil of coconut on darkening flesh, the sun - surf and splash sizzle......

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