Halving Poems - Poems about Halving

...The night closes the windows, and The sky has become a crystal house, Shining crystal windows, The Moon Has sketched through them - Through the entire alabaster sanctuary. A single star was sen......

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...2010 initiative N H S decide programme we see On halving stillbiths; and injury, quite sensible it Appears to me ' yet now 2023 has come to be Its being shelved, what could we see? There must Be ......

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...A feint attempt to stab myself... quickly found the missus ready to faint Like a madman possessed by mailer daemon lemme acquaint ye with the following verse, I will bepaint momentary horror, ......

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...Ripe red cherries so sweet and juicy I spit the stones past sister Lucie One stone hits her near her eye Oops I’ve made poor Lucie cry Lucie yelps she makes such a fuss (You......

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...Hardness softens under serpents eyes of gold. Concrete becomes her; Crystallising lakes of, Oceans of, Serenity What may we envelop with our softness When our branches cannot reach the sky F......

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...Akin a tumbleweeds aimlessly blowing in the wind umlaut punctuation courtesy of let herd Mother Nature nsync with markie mark, (or other faux nuke heads on silent auction ajudicating ......

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...In a far-away land hot moist less air rises up to the heavens in a single file, heavy with the echoing cries of drought It meets a blanket of cold moist air of the stratosphere descending, air that ......

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...desire is two minds overly eager to combine erasing what's been lined distorting yours and mine passion is two souls feeding on one another two vital wholes halving one......

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...Winter dark...solstice etches itself on texture of bleak silhouette ebon in fervor...cycle’s lymph grips the inked winds halving the cleft between old eve and fresh sunset as m......

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...the trowel sat next to the door Waiting to join old familiar friends In the worn canvas tool bag It's shape not quite the same as new Edges rounded on skim side and slightly flattened on the ......

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...The Third Fable The Third Fable Depression Session Everyone has bad days. CharlaX: The man on the bus: he reads his paper he moves into the light to see the words THE OTHER MAN......

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...Father, deliver me to the swollen path faith's calling, not the lathe, not the breaker point, nor salve, that heals profusely, so the scar can bathe its entity - like pride, in terms of have! ......

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...I feel the verandah groaning of time, I feel the trees raising their eyelashes, I feel the window watching outside, and then inside, outside, bored by me. I feel the garden raising slowly with......

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