Wheezes Poems - Poems about Wheezes

... The salt-stung wind, a ragged thief, stole whispers from the edge of my coat, the ocean's breath, a heavy sigh. Crimson bled across the horizon, a raw wound in the sky, the sun, a molten coin,......

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... I could hand you the bottle, tip it slow, let the cheap red river burn down your throat— but I can't make you feel it. I could drop you in a dim-lit room, where the fan wobbles and the radio......

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...With booms and wheezes The fireflies it teases With sizzles and cracks We remember our anger of tax With smoke and lights We remember our rights Children scream with fear and joy This is gre......

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... The brook murmurs as it flows on the plateau, across the draping emerald forest spread out opulent, splashes on the curved contours of the lowland as flicking cascade of the s......

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... Is it the cinders of hope? Is it the life which wheezes unfailingly? Is it the enduring ,crimso......

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...The joy of birth, the growing up, leads us to adore our lovely babies. But not, alas, without the toils of life. Because we experience a lack of sleep, contend with baby vomit, or idiotically pu......

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...Lin, sorry to hear, as I am sick too But I know it's not covid or the flu Been blowing my raw nose Sneezing still comes and goes Maybe this cold needs a brandy or two Written by Tania Kitchin ......

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...He dreams in electric themes draping around the armchairs he wheezes down time Across feral fields his eyes skims the scenery His shadow silhouetted by the evening sun aware of the amolaly ......

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...A body housing three diseases With three more as the visiting ones: Enjoy he does just brief releases, On some days obliged to laugh but once... A rough fate acting as it pleases; Each time he......

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...It's been a long ride; beneath me a phantom horse wheezes its lungs blown. I chose a slow death not some youthful suicide. Illness and a life misused took its pound of flesh, the surgeons k......

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...Nothing like Diabetes! Roger has been quite at ease: A Devoted Yam Planter, Who stops to drink Sweet Fanta, To Raw Energy increase And Fine Harvest not decrease… Fairy Tale Diabetes! Roger’......

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...DEEP sleep. Look down on your hammer. You had it for a short time but your fingers are still thick Your larynx not as dumb as you’d like it to be Your tongue is dry and your breath wheezes ......

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...The wind is come to sojourn once more Delivering tidings from far away, yonder. It expires its breath and wheezes veracity. Eyes may not see but ears are alarmed As the wind calls out its blust......

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...When the owls are out of town his studded boots kick-up featherless hoots. He is the creak and groan of tired wood, The splutter of an old aircon yet more; all inexplicable noises belong to him.......

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...A dazzling blaze sews magic on warm eyes. Hurdles were solved, and secret vows were heard. I won't steer the yarns while holy denies. My cheers are shorn, and my heart is averred. ......

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