Awash Poems - Poems about Awash

lucidity waves wash over until lungs full of vision drown drowning in never evers of forevers without measure of end or tether to solid ground disorientating kaleidoscope images whirl, tricking tunnel vision into the peripheral walking, dreaming, speaking, distraction whilst edges spin with nothing to hang on to one captured second, split into atoms, viewed in thousands of...

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Courtesy handy dandy palmar hyperhidrosis impossible mission to defeat except poe wet tickly even courtesy drysol. (Me slippery fingers slither, slip and slide splashing ala Jackson Pollock), sans slap dash experimental, swiftly tailored and harried writing style, yes on par with purging, spewing, venting...unexpurgated, unexpressed, unexplained... words, which this Engelbert Humperdinck singer/songwriter, (whose name inexplicably popped into the mind of this Dadaist) offers "FAKE" apology for any self inflicted, or sadomasochistic flagellated cranial...

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An endless sequence marching to the shore, the repetitious, mesmerizing sea. The shoulders, tensed, relaxing all the more as wave on wave come rolling over me. Beyond the bar, the deeper hues of blue turn emerald as they pass across the sand; a frothy white appears as if on cue, and rides, rambunctious, all the way to land. A sound machine so marvelously...

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I’m baffled why you brought me to this place You seem to view my past with no concern Your love bestowed, a thing I could not face Now, deep within my soul, a passion burns Unmerited, I am awash in grace ————— (For the “Bite Size Poem no.37” Poetry Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier Written 02/25/2022) ...

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some souls can’t be reached from here. It isn’t planned that way, it just becomes. doors are opened, doors are closed we seldom see a fish swim backwards more than several feet. perhaps they just tread water until their stream rolls by. bells never stop mid-swing, mid-ring, mid-everything. rain falls upward in weeping dreams souls fall down awkwardly awakened by what many call their...

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crisp leaves underfoot deep purple bright red and gold the glorious woods an aged beauty now the joy once my garden as love lies bleeding orange leaf shower campfires scarecrows and hued gourds brisk refreshing air...

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(Me slippery fingers slither, slip and slide splashing ala Jackson Pollock), sans slap dash experimental, swiftly tailored and harried writing style, yes on par with purging, spewing, venting...unexpurgated, unexpressed, unexplained... words, which this Engelbert Humperdinck singer/songwriter, (whose name inexplicably popped into the mind of this Dadaist) offers "FAKE" apology for any self inflicted, or sadomasochistic flagellated cranial contusions out of utter futility to make sense regarding following gobbledygook! GOOD LUCK! Mine groovy...

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Pristine glory washes clean the earth with crystals white and pure and sparkling Gone is the marring dirt and trash, hidden by blankets woven with silver thread Its crisp icy lacing drips from the eaves Flakes persist, masses and piles on sidewalks and brick pathways alike Gloves gather flakes that stick like glue making of every child, a child of snow My lungs fill...

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Awash with a bash and stash of slush cash Ashley lets her mind go blind This propels rebels in her stables to blush Ashley gushes and hushes the unkind. Ashley lets her mind go blind In a jolly gesture in future which seeks a cure As Ashley gushes and hushes the unkind When she berates crates and pates of a lampoon...

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As I walk around my garden, I note that my daphnia is in full flower it is always my first bush to show and fill my garden with tantalising scent. My Yucca always gives me colour in the bleak month of December standing there so stately each year another head appears. The trellis will soon be awash with its orange trumpets that brighten up an...

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The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom, releasing bits of themselves randomly sparkling, as they fall, in felted-light they bloom. Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree, unconcerned with the maples, and the birch, releasing bits of themselves randomly. An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch and softens all the jagged edges of the scene unconcerned with the maples,...

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The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom, releasing bits of themselves randomly sparkling as they fall in felted-light they bloom. Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree, unconcerned with the maples, and the birch, releasing bits of themselves randomly. An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch, and, softens all the jagged edges of the scene unconcerned with the maples,...

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I brushed the world With my eyes so moist The hues she spawned Shed a million tears Whispers abound This was god's own domain My eyes they blushed We are colour awash- (c)copyright-vijay nair...

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The smell of rain is near Simply to feel so right Moments nearing to dear Have I no longer the need for sight Simply to sniff is endearing Along with the wind from once a great distance The ever reddish skies as promising As the evening draws to a close in a mere instance Shall it come, let it come Let the rain wash...

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Alone the pain hurts Awash on the shore, beaten Crushed by the harsh waves No one there to hold onto Love seemed to have escaped me Russell Sivey Entrant into Brian Strand's "WHAT YOU WILL" contest 1/12/2012...

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