Waifs Poems - Poems about Waifs

...As my eyesight dims nature's colors fade in shaded whims books treasured, now unread, may not forge the future ahead. I would give the words away but I know too well today how few of......

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... Too hot too hot yells the boy then he shouts with four little waifs on the run he has clout they jerk him around by a swimming ground poor little guy soaked and wet, like a trout ......

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... * My take on the theme of my contest. Just for fun. A canopy of silvery stars speckle the ebon expanse above me, at once beautiful but at the same time, taunting. For if these jewels in space w......

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..."Sometimes things only become clear when we are old enough to grasp what the universe is trying to tell us." ~~The Poet~~ Had it been labelled charity? Gazing at that star of clarity. Watc......

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...Oh, so bluest the sky doth shine A hint of the new season’s ploy, Sweet November a springtime shrine Grains of golden sands of pure joy. Towards December’s hottest sun Where the dust is stirre......

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...So strange this land, old and yet young. Where is this place of tall green trees, and grey-haired men in unknown tongue? they must have traveled summer's breeze. Adobe brick quonset "chalets" ......

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...The children sang “This Little Light of Mine, Hide it under a bushel, NO! I’m gonna let it shine Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine!” My heart was touched by their sincerity, ......

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...when war approaches, miles away it scuttles sideways like a crab or creeps slowly, slowly and slowly like a reptile, with holocaust claws; a quick eye sees, a smart heart reads, at dista......

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...New Mexico bears the burdens of its once-sleepy past-- when awakened to join the current century at last. To give birth to the fledgling Atomic Age It still wears the perfume of fusion and sage. ......

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...Wild sea cry tsunami wave of sorrow in response to the harrowing exit of a human lantern who cast spells on ghetto street waifs homeward bound in her wings Date submitted : 3rd Januar......

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...As the crickets fiddled in the tall dark grass and the bats swept through the sky, I sat in front of my chiminea, feeding the flames dead twigs and dried leaves. Cross-legged in my beach......

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...The clouds like to hang low over the mountains to fill up with rain. The air gets warm and thick. Whitish mist meanders through the hollers in the early morning like the ghosts of fallen Cherokee bra......

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...Relatives hanging out of every orifice, window, ledge, and lawn chair Hands out, the two starving children beg as people walk by, ignoring them. In Great-grandma McCormick’s teeny tiny farm house, ......

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...spring breeze on back deck hair dryer ----- morning walk on side street twisted ankle ---- sunny morning in neighborhood coffee waifs......

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...The eve of darkness they come out to play creepy crawly with our senses. The street wise, the waifs, the tiny cherubs all blend together to form a society of sorts that is out of step with time; ......

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