Unloads Poems - Poems about Unloads

...A mother wears a grey vail as she weeps in realities of hell, the casket closes no one peeps as the pain seeps, she becomes numb. Bottles open cups poured; tears fall as she recalls the day......

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...Let hope rely upon your Maginot for swift retort has choked your Gallic might. It crushed your will beneath its undertow as diligence receded in the fight. Your flailing forces teeter on defeat ......

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...It’s not a walk through the woods that soothes the troubled mind, It’s not the sinking sun that calms perturbed nerves, It’s not the tranquil night that brings hope, It’s not a walk by the sea ......

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...Seated in a coffee-shop an extra-large with hot milk and a slice of decadence await her indulgence she leans forward and spontaneously reacts to her companion’s whispered observation rose-re......

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...The paddlewheel unloads people, tourists who were out on a cruise, above the docks and the gift shops the brown palisades come in view. (The canoes draw up on the beach, Iroquois out looking t......

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...The night comes near a end You hear your mom's car pull up in the driveway As she unloads the car you see a shiny light illuminating "What's that?" you think to yourself As she sets the bro......

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...Here comes Santa Claus – BAWDY LIMERICK WARNING Poor Santa Claus comes once a year Each Christmas night hear his wife cheer She won’t lie on her back As he unloads his sack ... They’re ......

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...Where land meets sea Waves wash tears. Memories erode Brine swirls forgotten. The longing remains And our grief unloads. Where Moon drives tide Ebb hides need. Flow spills thirst Ou......

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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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...Off Season in Gallipoli April’s bus from Lecce unloads at the fabled fish market. It’s closed. The only hint of June’s full fare is one slight stall. No one lunching there. The stree......

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...It's Wine & Brie, When You're 53 Fifty-three's All Jive, When Mom of the Cosby Five, Squattin' on Dunellen Drive. Fifty-three's Germ Free, Periodic Number in Chemistry, Of Tincture O'Iodine. ......

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...may rain a cloud unloads a bucket of dandelions......

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...In early April the bus from Lecce unloads us at the fabled fish market. The place is shuttered down, not even the scent of chowders past lingering in the air. The only hint of Jun......

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...Today the clouds thicken like gravy- ink blots stain the sky. Silence after silence unloads its ill will at my feet. I am accustom to it and it has settled. The sky continues to ashen as i......

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...Muffins, Doritos and Cheetos, Oh My! (A Bulimic’s Tale) There is a hole in her core she must sate. So, she drives to the grocery store before it’s too late. She steers the cart in search of ju......

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