Brush Off Poems - Poems about Brush Off

...Find my hand dreaming in this blaze of consolidation Lighten your lift from out our tell-tale indentation Brush off the beach in trickles that echoes still our play above where my knees have offer......

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...Did the ocean try to dry its splashy face? Did mountains brush off dusty, grassy trace? Did the ground hide softly from the rainy days? Did the wind play statue at morning's crystal maze? Did pla......

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...Crushed. Dust chokes the air And encircles the vicinity Burnt. Charred and battered. A blackened stump, The remains of what once was alive. Hacked to pieces. Still, lifeless— Left to die......

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...No More By Adam Becker Weary they grow when day turns to night. Their Dreams they have died which once they took flight. They have toiled and labored yet brought to shame. They are many yet ha......

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...(This is different from the poems I write. It has a lot of blood and may be sensitive.) Peaceful wind, scented blow; the crisp air, while fragrant, smelling of one of nutmeg. The cool breez......

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...embrace the little things. the feeling of the cold glass of wine in your hand and the feel of your feet hitting the patio as you step outside in the warm summer evenings. the feeling of sand in y......

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..."Another of my quantum features of simplifying a complexity by eliminating delusions and the typical brush off of facts because of ones inabilities to warrant an explanative worthy to stand o......

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...When we were young, your shadow took the form of a little girl A little sister to an older brother That ruled the world A shadow that endlessly followed you around Who thought her sib......

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...The prayer to god I did was: ,,Please make him forgive me god, please, make him think about the positive things, that they will a little brush off the negative thought or not be that important anym......

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... How does a Wallenda fly on a trapeze How does ‘Houdini’ escape with such ease How does a warrior rise from his sickbed Is it courage of the heart or that of the head H......

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...Brush off your ant bites. Blind eye the hornets sting. Gone so long with ways of violence. Creatures having done nothing wrong. But it’s fine “they aren’t important”. Legs or wings or hair y......

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...In the heart of the city's thrum, Amidst the rush and hum, I, a modern-day nomad, roam, Seeking treasures in concrete's dome. Once lost in the urban sprawl, Now found, heeding the city's call,......

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...Sheryl had never been a fan of public affection. Harry knew this, but he was hoping. When they parted she had used the term “boy next door”. He saw that as a brush off. She had been attending c......

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...A hectic stare across the cliff, grabs my prying mindfulness. but yet I hanker after urban fare, such ruptured loyalty alas, has a solid grip as I inhale, the rampant toxic seaweed odor, for w......

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...I know I'm not a saint I don't pretend to be one either I've done wrong in my life if I could change some things I would but nonetheless things happen for a reason so I let bygones be byg......

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