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Poems about Nature
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/ Dawn awoke to a new days beginning as Angel emerged out from the rock of the unknown unto a new world, a new life on her own. / / She s
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what can happen in the end if you open up. yes, you.
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God and a youthful spirit talk like father and son at Disneyland.
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Running, / down the roof, / down the drive, / clean till it hits the creek' / over rocks bigger than itself / merging with others. / / It's so slow, / the scenery moving or the water? / Green, blue, yellow, red....it's a muddy / color
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You Wanna Know Why I Lie Mom And Dad? / Its not me i promise / its you / you lie / not straight up but emotionally / you tell me you care about ME / you send me to places you try to h
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On this raw and wintry day / Our people creep out of bed / Lingeringly gingerly is the way / As cold afflicts the head. / / Peering through protective glass / We see green vanished overnight, / Winter has trespassed on the grass /
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when it rains / we look for a shelter / a place to hide / and lock our doors / and stay inside / but the truth is / we shouldn't be afraid / to be drenched / we should invite it / life giving rain / brings hope / ends drought / so
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Is it right, to be so wrong?
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Keeping in mind the children of summer
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Just when I'd had enough it rained.
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Its maddening how deep it goes, / a stretch so far that no one knows. / Where nary even wind will blow. / An emptiness where nothing has a
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All he has / is wealth / and a fat ego / to match his / disgusting gut / so I / challenge him / and tell / it straight / that I / hat
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Beneath the motionless canopy / Of branches, / Silence stetches. / Only one distant bird / Defies the damp. / The constant drip / Of misted
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They are not skimming the sky anymore / Or lightly fly low over the field, / In vain I look up to the sky for / The Swallows, by a happy glimpse revealed. / / The days when they sing so sweet and clear / In the Summer wind’s gentle sway, /
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A dainty timid / chirp-whistle / danced for my view / at 8 37 today, / In bird / with the bass / of / smudgy breakfast / fog / / A
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A fight between a goose and duck / to see who'd have the better luck / Took place beneath / a pickup truck / / A loud slam echoed through the woods / But neither bird was hurt; / Instead the truck drove off the road / and left the duck i
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Whorls of color play / Languidly across my lids, / Shadows of a fleeting sun. / They dance away, away, away. / My echoing call they cannot, / Do not hear, for they / Will slip, retreating and / Pulling in an inky canvas / I want to fol
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Rough grass poking on my legs... / Prickly on my arms, too. / The sun slowly starts baking. / Swoosh! / Trees sway. / Breathing quie
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So long ago when I was nine, there was a place that chilled my spine. / A towering wooden ark stood beacon to my youthful scare. / For year
by Enoq
604 words, 13 comments,
on Nov 2 10:27 PM 2008. In Angst, Dark, Life, Nature, Rhyme, Friendship, Childrens, Family, Imagery
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The unscrupulous surge / Of malevolent magenta fizz / Abandons searching up the shore, / And churns and slinks / A tip-toe swagger / In pur
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My place of retreat / When my strain takes its toll / Is in the patchwork of fields / Which settles my soul / Amongst the mounds in the lan
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