Inclines Poems - Poems about Inclines

...If you don’t take your time, If you never slow down the step by walking, You’ll never see the sun Lay his gold leaves on the tops of trees, You won’t pay attention to the fox Conversing with two......

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... Stars, fiddling serenades of robins’ tweet, Absorb tired thoughts to drift like a song As dulcet air from of window weaves a hum Blending with the melody of celestial sparks. Then, like......

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... Her Impression imprints and invites Delightfully smiles Seductively replies Her reflection reflects that night Aspiration desires to be right Whether the notion seems a bit bright Souls reu......

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...When I was younger, I have often wondered Why is the eighth month not called October? Was geometry wrong When it named the octagon, Or was this a mistake wrought by the calendar? 'Augustus' s......

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...I marvel at the workings of the human hand To touch and hold, shape and mold they Lead and teach, work and scold from infancy Till death they fold. I ponder too, the power of the human heart ......

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...The moon inclines in the trees To walk her dreams against the boughs, A fade on her full body's beams Where the leaves wiggle in gold— Now with miffed sky's dizzying slight; Then jumble on cra......

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...Without a word we get aboard New lease of life I have to hold You didn’t tell, but it’s okay I knew the schedule for today We’ve got a lot of alco stuff And dainty food, more than enough A f......

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... When I was little, before I started school, my dream was to be a professional dancer for I knew I had that natural talent instilled in me, talent that was not taken seriously. The magic, beau......

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... Struggling With carrying branches to dry for kindling, Cursing the seemingly extra long winter and those who keep bringing it; a shadow drifts over me like a primordial raven, and a rush of......

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...A hit at an object; a fast pin pierce; a cut; blood-shed All these cross my flesh and nerves and give me unpleasant signs. Though a part is hurt, throughout the physique, the news is said. Every c......

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...Perpetual Quandries of Dischord Permanent irreversible Attatchment disorder A lemonade stand at the Mexican Border A traumatised disorganised old lady hoarder The incriminating evidence on an o......

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...Real Self; innermost essence; true consciousness; Part of the being that partakes of divinity; bottomless; survives the death of the material physique, Continuing its existence even after death m......

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...Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday” me trudging walking gripping onward forward traipsing baxter street monday and its steep inclines going up like a dizzy sparrow passing vertical merry go ......

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..."The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time." ~Mark Twain Life’s greatest mystery is Death – It’s not God, ......

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...I've started being able to recall your face Which isn't always the case with me. I've been known to fail to recognise Someone I've chatted to for hours! But my fingers feel again the texture of......

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