Refilling Poems - Poems about Refilling

... Break of day, silence glistens on the petals pensive dew adorning the daisies, roses breaking through the sun’s gaze gesturing to the azaleas with all their blossoms lost beyond the hues ......

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...Crazy that you can listen to glistening gospel ministers missing Messiah's GoodNews non-sinister transNazarene re-sistering whole Earth uniting salvation Crazy Jewish lay teacher and EarthN......

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...the spark comes out the candle ignites starting the fire and providing light darkness spark fire light the dark room lights up the kids can see they run around and play in the light spark f......

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...It’s nothing but desert for kilometers, nothing as far as you can see. Not even the sparse brush to keep you company Wondering further and further Wondering if it was all for not Hours turn to ......

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...Always hot plates. Always refilling clean slates. Always lots of food. Always yummiest dishes. Always the best of buffets......

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...When quenching the silence alone at the well One ladle awaits me and loneliness quelled Tomorrow resurgent all thirst fading fast My shadow refilling — the emptiness past (Dream......

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...July 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 138-143 Key Verse – Psalms 138:8 The LORD will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O LORD, endureth for ever: forsake not the ......

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...Like water I was the river You were the sea I dissolved into you And thought I was free. Out of the cage I flew But landed on my knees As I tried to flee The heavy clouds And storms, of r......

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...There was a server at the local cafe you see Who got in trouble when refilling cups of coffee Many said just a shot Half a cup was said a lot But she lost her job when one said hit me......

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...A single drop of water might be a source of solace. Since what is unseen is destroyed, allow me to stay. A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace Dreary midwinter is no matc......

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...The words taste like music from worlds long ago Each letter resavored in harmonies old Coming to harvest their sweetness imbues A cave for an orchard in wall painted hues Old symbols ret......

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...Of what use are gloves to fingers that only understand mittens? This quizzical query lingers in my thoughts, applied to kittens. These tiny balls of fluffy joy roam unleashed, explorin......

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...Said the sacred green EcoFeminist to the hard and carnal red EgoPatriarch: If one's only ego-weapon is a hard erectile key then every perennial trauma will seem to be a locked and toxic ......

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...When I was slain in the spurit I was mostly surprised. Dehydrated and dizzy, clenching the lids on my eyes Blood refilling the arms recoiled from a flourescent-lit sky None left supporting my legs......

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...Compassion wears an overwhelming, mountainously exterior face Filling and refilling outside while emptying inside ego flowing focus, co-passion concavely felt known valleys of contentment ......

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