Verge Poems - Poems about Verge

Green twigs drip late into the day, birdsongs bloom from the windblown. Soft are the veins that leach from new leaf. Sweet the prodigal sap that seeps. Earthworms salt and curl in the opulent swirl, swell in the muddy and proclaiming. Full are the snuggery wombs. Full the burgeoning buds. Fulsome the wellsprings, the green hush of new awakenings....

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pastel spring's coming ushered in by fresh fragrance lemon blooms sunning posh pink flowers peep pearl snowdrops left with the clouds blue roses still sleep buttercups, lilacs green ivy resumes its creep daffodil comebacks pansies rich and bold flutter with peach peonies pink sun marigolds ...

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Quiz form mind keep How deep it is To understand. Reason covers Human made pride Defense a crime. Verge of danger Force to call God Short of faithless. True success comes When soul is save None can compare....

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ravens croak applauding twilight larks churr saluting sunrise a last dance over an inverted verge. a perpetual encounter the last mesh of murk against gleams of glow held in abeyance, opposites wrangling ...

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On The Verge Beady eye, horse riding dictator Replacing peace with violence Using conventional weapons against A sovereign, democratic nation His wanderlust and ideologic hatred Remain unabated Now beginning to see non-edible mushrooms Rising in the sky On the verge of world war Inevitable retaliation Fire, destruction, and death globally Nuclear winter to follow No winner Senseless Destruction of our world ...

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All... picks out a variety. Like roses, plucked. He chooses a fat one. He chooses an unwilling one, a willing one. How did she get to...? As long as we are enslaving objects for eternity. Oh, well. Let's get some red ones, so fiery so delicate. The...

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on the cusp poised precarious, point perched, lies threshold brink verge, the tipping-point pivot to, rise/fall from grace....

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"The Eternal Word" Always on the verge Of Christmas/ Heaven Contemplations merge From Eternal Father-- "Timelessly shining" To our souls-- Divinely "Be Mine!"-ing Before the Beginning Father/ Spirit/ Son An Eternal Family Our Blessed Mother won ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspired by: 1. E.W.T.N. (The Eternal Word Television Network), and 2. the Oblates of the Virgin Mary fathers' Marian Consecration essays, & 3. CRADLE OF REDEEMING LOVE (THE THEOLOGY OF THE CHRISTMAS MYSTERY)...

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Green twigs drip late into the day, birdsongs bloom from the windblown. Soft are the veins that leach from the leaf. Sweet the prodigal sap that seeps. Earthworms salt and curl in the opulent swirl, swell in the muddy and proclaiming. Full are the snuggery wombs....

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VERGE OF INSPIRATION  wrought     perspectives reconsidered as a fusion   a presence in essence   a synthetic platform invented      now beheld where egos reveal     inner being as images of the soul unique palpable  invades all with    endless sentient connections THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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Augenblick By David J Walker The edge the border The verge the skirt The last words heard before The brink The perimeter the periphery The point the bound A wink All found before the final line That, if crossed All is lost In the circumference of extremity on The brink of...

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Do you guys detect a pattern emerging About to O.D... on the precipice I'm verging Too much damn happy On the brink of sappy Must reverse it, there's a danger of extroverting...

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eerie earth belched callous creed's crest nocturnal nature nauseated dark dribbles cremated hoisted hankering cruised sassy soil puked rusty rims yawned puncturing pulpy pawn tactic trend torn bruised bark bent mystic moaning etched saucy seal spent lofty lids lurched vying voluptuous verge. '20:04:10:19:20...

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The twigs of March drip, and dangle, late in the day birdsong returns as if from the dead. New leaves open veins ~ offerings to the small prophets of Spring; those earth worms that have risen from the wet mud now teach the soil how to give birth again. April come! We need your renewal, hearts thunder with hope, the living run or stumble toward you....

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THE DAY HAS TO BEGIN The night , at some point , has to end, The day , at some point , has to begin, When the world is sleeping, When the sad are weeping, A day has to come, When the war has been won. When the evil goes away, And clear is your way, When the earth is on the verge Of extinction,...

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