Y Poems - Poems about Y

At the end of the Civil War in a distant land where most animals parted ways, one specific animal hid and stayed in different habitats to survive. This animal has travelled many lands and seas over time, seeing and meeting almost all creatures that existed everywhere in the modern world. Two minds...

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Spring brings Paradise. Farewell to Winter's...

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Crunchy and crusty Rippled chips Ideally fragile Salty Providing a Yummy snap...

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Jolly good time Under the railroad tracks Never know what you might find Kalidescope of possibilities You accumulate a pile of goodies Alchemists would be jealous Relishing my variety of dubious choices Delightful place to find treasure, car parts, used gum...

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Grow.Heal.Prosper M Y L I F E ! I feel like my life is like a boat , the boat is my life everything I’ve worked hard for ! My survival a place that I dreamed of creating for my children and I ! but all...

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How can I try for the stars, When I can't even afford to keep it bright? How can I chase the moon through iron bars, When dawn denies me even candlelight? I dream of rings, of veils, of vows once said, Yet pockets echo where gold ought to gleam. The future sleeps on floors I’ve barely tread, My hands still building scaffolds...

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[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.] [“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”] [Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my...

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RECITATION pinnacle of participatory poetics...

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soul searching  paint with words spontaneity    imagination   inspiration faith & spiritual   simplicity &  serendipity  in awareness lucidity   insight  imagery  perspective  & perception resonate with art daily...

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Oh Death, thou art a cruel and fickle foe, Whose shadow looms o'er mortal life below. Thy grasp, a cold and unforgiving hand, Doth lead us to the undiscovered land. Thou comest swiftly in the dead of night, And steal'st away our loved ones out of sight. Thy scythe, a deadly tool of final fate, Doth sever souls from bodies animate. Yet in...

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Spiraling down the old forsaken road, Oh, the dirt—the burdensome load! Can I not drift, afloat on a boat? This despair, a weight I never sought. Mind awake with dreams unfulfilled, Hope decays with each passing beat. Noises loud, yet silence lingers— Does this path lead to eternal defeat? Life walks hand in hand with the night, Does spring not spread its golden light? The...

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BRAQUE cubist creations ROUSSEAU variagated vegetatioj SCHWITTERS assembled artefacts TWINKU a double word distich with integral title...

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¿Hay alguien más leal que un perro? ¿¡Hay alguien que te espere en la puerta de tu casa moviendo su colita!? Aquel día a ese animalito al que alguna vez llame hijo no me esperaba más en la puerta de mi casa , pensé por un instante que se había escondido porque haci solíamos jugar pero...

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poem... poetry shooting star chimera real fantasy......

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Mis ojos se pierden en el paisaje marchito, en las viejas flores que susurran recuerdos, el dolor punzante de lo que no fue, de aquello que pude haber hecho. Rozo los pétalos, y se deshacen en mis manos. Extraño el ardor en mis ojos al ver sus dulces colores, ahora apagados en el olvido....

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