Under It Poems - Poems about Under It

...It's Saturday morning and I'm off for another meander before the thunderstorms return. I start right in the middle of an industrialised farm, things grow here on invisible root systems. Everythi......

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...I wore this blue shirt the last time I saw my friends And maybe the time before that And possibly the time before that I have three comfy shirts They are appreciated and well loved More than a w......

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...your sandpaper hands climbing up the bark peeling layers away revealing a spark it wears out as quickly as it came for you can’t have anyone know your true name painted over and over until bran......

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...Stretched out under the snow a dead seagull, wings spread. I must have seen a dead seagull before, but if I did it was not a snow burial, not in Kentucky, not in my backyard. By late afterno......

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...A Warped Tree Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection and found......

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...buttery morning light licks there are daintily cupped blooms small white weeds that no one can name the sun has spread its table green rippled gardens garner flecks of gold an old g......

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...The island is rich In natural coal minerals A company begun mining it People come in to force labor For national copper They mined the sea under it The island turn to a fortress wall To house......

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...you never saw me when i was itching at the sky for answers that were never there, opening all of the gates and all of the pits beyond the Valley of Death, still stinking with brim......

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...When a problem clouds each day. And all is misty and grey, You must review it. You can’t get over it, You wont get under it, You have to go through it. ......

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...I'm feeling judged still by what jury's found cold; in the courts of February Tried to hide 'til July; warm feelings are just not meant to be temporary I count my curses on one hand and my blessing......

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...Plip, plop, Pin, tin, pin, tip, tip, tip, Spigga, spigga, spigga, Ssshhhhhuff. Window closed now I can think. No rain on the brain. No more drink. Creeaak Goes the door, An old friend ......

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...“I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it”.....Quote by Bob Dylan I AM A STRANGER HERE without you I CAN'T E......

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...It has been sitting there for seventy long years, and nobody knew that it was there, it is just a simple tree erected in the backyard surround by an overgrown lawn, the owner is out of town and the g......

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...My favorite soup is my own invention It has no name, but it is a combination Navy beans and ham, sliced potatoes, Onions with lots of salt and pepper. Cornbread is a necessiity, to go under it. ......

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...There is new life everyway in the skies, trees and both in the earth and under it Lambs skipping chasing each other then running to their mothers to suckle Eggs cracking open in the nest chicks fig......

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