Trudging Poems - Poems about Trudging

... the titular touch of sunburst dawn chromatic and moon masked night argentine builds the bud layer on layer the blooming design of ......

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... "Album Daylight by Jonathan Patterson" - Quote by Poet In the precinct of sprawling emptiness, curved out by the contours of desolation, the spreading daylight of prime promise bursts w......

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...I’ll scrape this mud off of my heels - That’s caked from years of trudging. And soak these wounds in orange peels - To persuade scabs into budging. This bar of soap, my sword of choice - Will ......

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...crystal she held me captive with her fingers nails rhythmically tapping on sand-colored stone like a general marching to war ready to go but wanting to stay with my eyes i could tas......

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...We met on a hot summer night, The bugs sticking to my legs, I could feel the sweat drip down my back. We met during an event. We locked eyes while you excitedly spoke about your travels. Late......

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...Tired Soul In the morning light, my bones feel heavy, Each breath is a whisper, a plea to be free. The sun spills gold, but I see only gray, A weary heart trudging through another day. ......

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...Turning the maxim familiarity breeds contempt on it's head... not just in time for Valentine's Day but the remaining days of our lives as the world turns on all our children the young and restle......

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... Trudging as a scorched weary traveler in the wilderness of the desiccated life, I wander in the shifting maze of your deceptive shadow. Enticed, I’m seduced by the mirage of your flashing fac......

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...Trudging through a tangled path of ruin, dragging the weight of harrowing hopes and oscillating oaths, I shout into the empty sky— give me Love, or give me Death!......

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...Let me now sing the song of my old age, All I recount now belongs to the past. Since the noticed changes are far too vast, Let this song be sung by a real sage. This face, now so old, ugly, and......

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...{"We brought it to our lips and inhaled the wavering smokiness that was stoning and exotic. Filled our senses with a manuscript of what life could be like with a fog surrounding your cranium, not cra......

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...Trudging through thorny and rocky paths, His feet often got cracked and torn. Yet he persevered, for he had a lovely family. His dear one stood by his side as a pillar of support, Sharing the joy......

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... In the dark opaque night, across the sonorous space of solitude, enfolding the languid landscape of existence, bereft of the beguiled spirit in indolent life, my forsaken journey’s pathway m......

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...[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g] Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom yeast in the air Her wor......

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... In this arid plain of perennial drought, as I stand transfixed with vexations rising in my spirit and sadness lying mute as a stone, I discern, I am alone with none to hold my han......

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