Annealed Poems - Poems about Annealed

... Black thorns amid snatching twigs form sky-torn nests, where deep red berries hang from dark bones. Autumn tracks have settled into annealed ruts, those static waves of the fridged and f......

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...Rounds by Michael R. Burch Solitude surrounds me though nearby laughter sounds; around me mingle men who think to drink their demons down, in rounds. Now agony still hounds me though else......

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...The Republicans have revealed "The Donald" has completely healed! He was deranged The climate changed And now his e?ection's annealed!......

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... Steely conceit, low-grade manufactured lies Stolen property: iron crowbar kiss the tinted window glass before the face paint dries Idol chassis things rolling off the conveyor belt ......

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...aswirl within tremendous maelstroms universal united uninhabitable cauldron tempered with analogous: outrageous, portentous thunderous cacophony in tandem with thick mucilaginous fog metaphor......

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...the heart annealed in velvet convulsions~ first love......

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...seen from the highway traversing backroads in central south dakota the framework of an old homestead a carapace more than a structure in the distance gnarled limbs held rusted barbed wire......

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...He realized shortly after seating himself atop of a massive stone on the park's knoll, gazing out over the lush spring-green prairie sewn together by a clear, rippling brook,. that sky reflect......

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...First rain of spring. Cold, driven on a harsh northern wind. Welcome. Filling the dry, gaping cracks in annealed soil. Restoring the earth from an unyielding, austere winter. Essential, th......

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...Already was straight up the flame and steady To speak no more, and yet away it went Being the sweet poet to let it ready, When another, which followed in ascent, Made us to turn our eyes to top......

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...Delicate bonds woven into cobwebs of complex relationships, Intricate strings spun into bundles of heavy responsibilities; Confusing problems sewn into patterns of puzzling circumstances, Str......

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...Billy my brother drifts on a plain In my mind I still feel his hurting pain I still see you Billy, seeing me cry Dad it looks like Billy, he's saying goodbye He tell me of places that no one ......

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..."And" by Mr. David Hart And am I he who time knows not, and Am I he who careth not? For minutes can like hours prey And hours can like minutes stray In my annealed soul your wraith remains. ......

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