Gustily Poems - Poems about Gustily

...I'd like to feel free, As a bird on the wing. Join a choir and gustily sing. Read an exciting book, Without being disturbed. I could talk to myself, Without being overheard. Sit out in the gar......

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... Mary possessed a ruminant child its fuzziness was sickly pale and as Mary moved about the child would take the same trail. He tracked her to a learning place that broke the laws of it. The......

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...Fashionable Fall flaunts her lustrous leaves, catwalks flowing flora with earnest ease. Haunting lullabies from the quaking trees cast chilling currents from mountain to keys. Dancing diamonds ......

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...Near the fountain stands the male In iridescent glory, But his mate begins this tale, A true Manhattan story. These same ducks have made their home Outside a high-rise building. I see them sw......

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...I'd like to feel free, As a bird on the wing. Join a choir and gustily sing. Read an exciting book, Without being disturbed. I could talk to myself, Without being overheard. Sit out in the gar......

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...Faeries are dancing on top of the crusty snow While the sunshine struts its way across the sky, Especially those of us from the fairyland know Nothing crystalline diamond glittering pa......

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...Sometimes I feel I know nothing about life But I do know something about Kenya I come from the gustily, hilly terrains of rural Ingavira Where huts form bungalow sorts of flawless beauty ......

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...Love ignites passion that cannot be tamed It's the spark that erupts into magical flames It's breathing life into a sleeping soul Its the feeling of losing daily control It gives flight to brok......

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...SHE IS THE WIND She is the wind, a warm gentle breeze on a cold day, She is the wind caressing your skin with a kiss and the morning sun rips through the weekend blinds ......

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...Sights And Sounds Above By Curtis Johnson It’s late April, and almost May Day, The wind is blowing gustily; And the late Spring r......

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...A broken mirror A gustily reflection of misfortunes I don’t recognise myself anymore An honest look at my dishonesty Yes, I’m a liar The image distorted with each retreating step of shame I tak......

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...I gave you one thought today That is a whole lot of me For could be as divine as I pray Imagine the power preceding The utterance of the word Every thought stitch together Memory in sounds And make w......

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