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Poems about nature
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To me... / Poetry is a flow of water from the mountains that're full of never-ending desires. / Poetry is a kind and sweet person who under
by bigcoolyo
74 words, 1 comment,
1 day ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Nature, Thoughts, Fantasy
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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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and so the story goes
of how a shivering flower stopped time ...
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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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Let's run to the hills / Dig holes / And wait for the worms to come / / You'd start dancing / Feeling the Ionian winds on your skin / And
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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. 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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A beautiful day dawns bright and clear / This wonderful miracle we should hold dear / Our hearts embrace this glorious sight / When our wor
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Shadows glide over glassy surfaces / Moving in their mindless trance. / A white dust covers entirety / Hiding the pain of this world. / Scars lie beneath this endless white / Winter did well to hide this sight / Blind are the innocents to this
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/ Leaves fly like brittle birds / Caught in a yellow wind, / Catching the breeze on fire, / Turning ocher, gold and red. / Gathering at the edges of side- walks, / Nesting in ruffled hair, / Leaves cackle beneath scuffling fe
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Preparation appeals to the obsessive compulsive streak / that sleeps on the whole quiet in my nature. / How I enjoy with somber pleasure li
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Leaves / It’s strange the way leaves / Fall on the ground / The way they make creaky sounds , / I make my way to the dead lane / Full of le
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Her face mirrors the evening shadow, / She walks by the silver stream. / In her wisdom says goodbye to yesterday’s dream. / Her heart a garden in full bloom. / Colours blue, purple, soft green and glowing orange. / Diamond circled, tou
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Rose petals gathered at sunset, / With two soft raindrops and a dash of sunlight, / Careful mixed together with four parts rainbow. / Two
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The wild vibrant purple heather caressed with raspberry hues, / Moves within still water. / Oil painted on the mountains of the most majestic Celtic land. / Reflected in the deepest sunset, in the silverest of moonlight, / The awaker of the soul.
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Silver shining sun caressing a rapturous deepest blue sea / Like a pianist’s touch on his finest piano, / Unfolding every key. / Whispers echo in every ripple, mermaid appears dancing / And even romancing on this most amazing day. / Wi
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I look outside to see that, / Its raining on a tree / I climb outside / And look around / While rain is pouring on me / / I love the rain
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