Welling Poems - Poems about Welling

...hannah’s song with cotton clouds above her and yellow daisies at her feet she danced to a quiet sonnet of freedom hands outstretched and palms towards the heavens her blonde hair f......

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...I clutch a batch of roses in my hand, given to me by a blurry face, one whose name i cannot recall, i know theyve hurt me, and im forever stuck with them, and the stupid roses that wont die. ......

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...Elegiac Lyric... Jesus has Risen! "It is time to stop knocking on the doors to a tomb" ...Daisy Aldan Perusing Mom's final daily......

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...as I walk streets of my childhood For the one last time the picture show of the past plays inside my mind as I reminisce about the time when I wore a younger man's clothes It`s so easy to......

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...Isabella, My Love I cannot be with anyone but you So sweet and a bit of a dream All the things that I feel for you are true Bolder and more than you’d think Ever the ......

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... I entrusted my heart to someone unworthy, Now I'm lost in a sea of hurt. The pain I never invited overwhelms me, Drowning out life's other blessings. I sought answers, questioning my own ju......

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...aisle, altar, marching bride, as father gives to me her hand, it's odd, those tear-glints in his eyes; aisle, altar, waiting groom, while giving him my daughter's hand, my welling tears are no......

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...Matthew delivers his latest bullet – tin... from the Harris-Walz front where liberal minded socially progressive electorate doth agonizingly grunt targeted in crosshairs scoped out eager and ......

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...My mother’s words cut deeper than knives. They slash me and live deep inside my skin. Tr’velling to my heart, they eat me alive. Negative remarks radiate within. “I could just murder you rig......

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...These are poems about storms, poems about squalls, poems about tempests... Dark-bosomed clouds pregnant with heavy thunder ... the water breaks —Michael R. Burch Squall by Michael R......

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...I cannot tell him that I still love him, That losing him breaks my heart in a thousand new ways each day. Because if I did, then he might try to come back to me. I cannot tell him that a year late......

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...I marvel how touch touches deepest chord, That rest of senses scarce can ever match, Time heals old wounds, touch stays on for long stored, And leaves a sign, a lasting mark to etch, I marvel......

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...From the void of dispersions, the breath of my path was stolen without a whisper, As if I were not worthy of any confession or even a drop of grace. Just as an unseen step over leaves does not dist......

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...Like an old cat stretching her limbs in the sunlight Warmth seeping through knots in her gnarled hands and sShe sits on a paisley chair in front of the East window welling in her stiff knees Pre......

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... Dwelling in twisted tulips of fate, I'm etching life's blackened stars beneath Vehement veil of thunderstruck twilight, for, Obsidian tornados have crushed affect......

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