Wetly Poems - Poems about Wetly

...Martin came to a cleft in the rocks The oriole must have gone this way It was narrow and curving A sudden turn, and everything seemed to change. Shrill, reedy music of pipes filled the heavy air,......

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...Bending close so I can hear bringing darkness all too near it whispers wetly in my ear this clammy thing we call fear. ......

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...Traffic is slow. In the drizzle the holiday crowd complain and grizzle. Magpies and currawongs are carolling. The morning is silvery now. A heavy sky bends down, dropping diamonds wetly o......

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... hold still … eventide - I am a capricious cad among wraiths waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars as they drip with waxy and wild wonder into the braids of my maudli......

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...South West monsoon starts early Our village gets more rainfall Oh , the streets are full of lovely puddles ......

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...Politely stood with feet together and socks not up resigned and ready the boy awaits as towards him sails coos and quivers powered cheeks and bright red lips gently lifted and tightly ......

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...It rained for 3 days, drenching torrents plunged down as if a dam had breached. There was some local flooding but by and large only minor damage a lot of litter and flotsam though ‘sky wreckage......

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...Millions of cells in the body temple. Thousands of cells rupture every day, fall way; tear-drop ghosts spill and puddle wetly. They all must be reincarnated as the same God.......

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...To search for the angelic chord that describes the melodic sound of your voice expressing the music in your eyes To seek your unique persona in your Angelica Jolie smile displaying the fulln......

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...Eroding names on long-faced headstones, a small graveyard marooned on a patch of past; long rooted and confined while beside it 2022 blares unseeing past the forgotten lot. An old-fangled Ameri......

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...It’s a kind of habituation,? it’s a kind of a life? you walk in it, over it? through it.? ? What you see or don’t see? is still all there,? coming through from the past.? The future also come......

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...A knock, knock from the shadow box rattles raw-boned words that collapse and flail in another scribbled knot that snags in straining throat and slackened mouth. I have lost my train crash of th......

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... hold still, eventide ... I am a capricious cad among wraiths, waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars as they drip with waxy and wild wonde......

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...I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands, Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands. I was always marked for this work, ever since I was a small ......

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...what is it, pretending to be one of the monsters that creep, roaring through life, keeping a secret self, safe down and deep. all others will see, scaled armor and sin, (it's all I'll ever le......

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