Waded Poems - Poems about Waded

... A soul's etched cartography compasses spins a needle frantic above a parchment of skin. A map… Each line a river I've drowned in, blood I waded and divide each faded scar a language s......

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...tuesday morning laundry . he had waded out into the waters del mar in the morning was quiet and he certainly was not on the sea of galilee . he had a pole in his hand and stood quietly ......

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... Beach Music, Pat Conroy’s voice in flavors Of raspberry ice and chocolate paradise Mists blowing across the waters, soundless Yet aching so that every heart felt blessed By his melancholi......

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...I walked along route 58 There was Mumbai dreams and Harbor Freight A hippie guy sold sunglasses from a stall One had a rosy tint, I paid 5 dollars, that was all. There was a warning label with it......

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...Sitting on the hot asphalt blacktop in miles of traffic, feeling lost and alone. People around me doing the same, everyone seems so sullen and confused. Cell phone junkies don't know if its day or ......

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... A merger of holidays was proposed Young hearts for it The elderly opposed Fiercely debated Bitter grew the divide Neither young nor old Could speak ......

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...Just ‘round the corner, A carpet of gold, From the branches of ginkgos, Was there to behold. The lovely-shaped leaves Also covered some cars, So you couldn’t tell Hondas From sleek Jag-u-ars......

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...My car was flying in the air upside down Off the freeway, headed toward trees I had never heard of black ice, had no idea about it I was only twenty-eight-years old But I knew I was going to die ......

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...Today the boy, wanting to stay tuned, grabbed the VR Sweating profusely, needed a washcloth bathing Boys don’t enjoy Sundays but they do after all The class in awe of Revelation, wanting more ......

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...In the hush of twilight's purple bloom, I wandered, where the old oaks loom, On All Hallows' Eve, in masquerade, With a bag in hand, through the mist I waded. The streets were lined with jac......

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...A Place Not Meant To Be PART: I (810 of 1487 words) #1: A Day Begins Sand grains station elevated for want in the cool starless relics spell of dark a sun behold horizo......

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...CONT ... from Part 2 THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD Part 3 Through frowning ululating flowers of full colours she waded for hours. She sc......

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... Tucked in the past Revealed in time The unseen deck Shuffling between phases Waded by fate Chaperon with audacious dexterity Whipping the blackness With strings of grief Shredding......

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...Just about a mile outside pyrite town there's black powder mountain, forever looking down. It has a grizzly disposition and a couple veins of mean lightning licks the summit at every opportunity. ......

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...An ice maiden came. She sculpted and glazed, transforming the earth into an ice age.. Acres of farmland she chilled with one sneeze. All life stood silenced where ever she breathed.. In one ......

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