Scuttles Poems - Poems about Scuttles

...He knows he has to run; it’s imperative. He sprints down a trail, passing tall pines on both sides. His eyes dart everywhere around himself as he surveys every large rock or bush that he goes d......

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...A soft breeze blows a leaf It scuttles and scurries across the porch Brown and shriveled, looks a bit like an oak leaf Dead, yet still able to move in the wind I can hear another hearty gale from......

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...When I Google you, I recognize the struggles and muggles you face, I recognize the brutalities and the scars from decades of suppression and oppression which you endure; The broken promises, faili......

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... september slips in as asters wave in the breeze . . . farewell to summer october’s crisp days mountains’ gold and crimson blaze . . . my marveling gaze november’s wind wails a lone leaf ......

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...the abandoned shack looks miserable and forlorn standing amid brambles and weeds in an unkempt field her porch boards creak ominously as we walk across them Some of the end boards have disintegrat......

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...I sit in the warm sand and watch as the sun slides down the sky. From bright to dark, stark to muted, bleached, coloured, black. The dark shadows marched across the beautiful landscape to destinati......

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...Cosmic Fruit or Anyway the wind blows I thought one day I shall not It is as fast as a bullet and as fair as there-fore I am When soft haze scuttles a quiet bay at no time to unwind I said I'd......

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...Types of fall We all taste the physical one After Earth’s Gravity has won, With zest we rush at the fallen, No big deal there, so no stalling “You’re okay! Please, don’t mind the slip” That i......

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...Musing with Caren Krutsinger’s musings. I love our dear poet’s imagination. Thank you, Caren for allowing me to use your poem and a few phrases from your poem. Used poem by permission. My Fo......

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...If I was hungry I would devour that creepy thing I think. It is something tasty that crawled out of my sink You don’t even know what it is my friend says. She is persnickety and picky, my pal Inez......

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... Mind often makes a circuitous pilgrimage Sliding down and going up the banisters of time As I hear the grating sound of worn stairs behind Memories come darting in and out of shado......

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...salt crusted fish bone caught within tangled seaweed... high tide offering hermit crab scuttles erratically on sand... waving eyes on stalks opened mouthed seashells coated with wind ......

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...The children are being led like cattle across the grounds. They have yellow life jackets on and are holding on to rings around a rope. They are surrounded by grownups (a funny word). The childre......

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...when war approaches, miles away it scuttles sideways like a crab or creeps slowly, slowly and slowly like a reptile, with holocaust claws; a quick eye sees, a smart heart reads, at dista......

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...Our God who lives, flows in waters, drifts in clouds and glows in snow, flashes silver fish in shallows, darts in darkness round the rocks, blooms afresh as showers bring flowers, freshens scen......

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