Webbed Poems - Poems about Webbed

And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot. President Abraham Lincoln died approximately nine hours after being shot at Ford's Theatre. The assassination occurred on the evening of April...

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In the webbed corners of my brain There blooms a sinister flower Its petals dripping with venom And thick roots entwined with despair Begins with a taste, a mere sip The madness will soon take control Shades mix into a motley form Trapping me in its tapestry This poison, deceptive and cruel Cautiously seeps...

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Against light source well crafted tubular structure appended with eyepiece gazing offers viewer eye-opening, mind boggling instantaneously birthing then vanishing resplendent myriad colorful geometric awesome shifting shapes hypnotizing sight seer into a whirling gigolo where multifaceted fractals display pin-wheeling arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely with proportionate arcs astounding blind faith on microscopic scale analogous to cosmic big bang spellbinding mankind from...

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Carte blanche, this scribe bandies, exercises, and indulges inexplicable gravitas drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness, frothing handily, indubitably jinxed, linkedin as some lingual philanderer, which oral intercourse, this sensate being suckles figuratively das bosom sans mother tongue i.e. english language unbeknownst to this cobbler, dabbler and fiddler with rhetoric why those twenty six letters constituting sole lingua...

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When ever I venture out my back door, there's way more ducks then the time before. I'm beginning to feel like a celebrity with my new webbed family. These quacking friends, my paparatzzi are always patiently waiting for me....

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Trapped in a consciousness freezing constantly, burning with the sun under the dense cold tree. Astounding, so grounding, surmounting you go, Applauding, intending, pretending indeed. Dancing with the ocean with submerged bare feet, The very quest of nature, u barely can see. So are you a seeker, of the very true degree, Walking atop the twigs, of a rhyming old tree. Numbers...

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Weeping Webbed World (Apropos of a Syrian Nightmare) Affronts to humanity streak the skies Like once perched war eagles Soaring over communities of prey Where the lingering smell of death Is as normal as the scent flowers once had. A grieving webbed world in abject apathy Awaits the cesarean births of hope and peace— Hope and peace laboring on the delivery table of...

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I have webbed feet And everyone knows Flip flops don’t fit When you have no toes I can dance, I can jump I can run, I can sprint I can even leave my own web print!...

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We weave webbed words while welcoming wisdom. Whiny William Walleye Was Witnessed Wandering Westwardly While Wailing Wildly. We Were Warily Watching Will Wobbly Walk When We Winced Worriedly. Why, We Wondered, Would Will Wear What Was Winter Ware When Warm Weather Was Weldingly Wounding. Will Was Washed-out, Worse, We Watched Will Wither, Wide-eyed, Without Whispering Warning. Why Were We...

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Obsolete spiders Throw tantrums when webbed freedom Beckens it's soldiers Erow....

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And I love you so, caught in a silver bow in my cobwebbed mind Searching for a way out, spider webs of doubt tie me painfully but kind… Moonlight blazes in your cold lovely gazes, eyeing me with arachnid intent Silence shatters as a mild wind scatters the shells of my body into the night And I love you still, not allowing to spill my soul as we've joined...

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Blood in my eyes, but to hurt to ever cry, rainy days come and go, Webbed eyes cannot see truth but you never pass by. You ask for truth and love, but the answer hides behind your eyes. you want my heart merged with yours, you want our bodies entwined as one, you want me to join your love of lies, But I see straight through you, with my...

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Today, I must do something with this afro. loose strands blow in the wind. I need a new style, something different than before. A buzz cut? NO! Had that all my life. Style with gel? NO! Corn rolls? NO! I think I want braids... Thirty dollars later, three hours of pulling, twisting, back spasms crippling me. my equilibrium shot I walk with a sway. But, my hair looks good today. Cob web design, no straight...

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