Tufts Poems - Poems about Tufts

...A scenic blue are ocean’s crested waves with tufts of white that spill in feathered sprays amidst the troughs and valleys of the sea. Will time or tempest bring God back to me? Horizons hold n......

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...Overrun by stuffed subdued teddy bears... of diverse and sundry sizes engaged in woebegone wild rumpus as a last hoorah for diversity, equity and inclusion, whose somber bowed heads (hide t......

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...I recline with my cherry tree musings… a fountain of blossoms cherub cheek complected rise and curve from the ground up into a heaven and cloud scene to spread in splendor a festoon of bl......

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...Soft clouds, like swans gliding on the lake, Like my grandma spinning threads so fine to make. Though you drift back and forth across the sky, Don’t tease us like a mouse with a cat nearby. You......

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... Straying away from the straight path in search of sumptuous grass, Me and my friends meander to the mountain top on a crisp clear sunny day, The cottony white clouds mirror our soft tufts......

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..."How fragile is life in nature's forceful wind..." Dylan Thomas wrote of October gales and their harsh, buffeting fingers. He called them an "autumnal spell." Autumn...the season when leaves han......

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... Just Clouds They seem just ordinary fill for a background, a fuzzy white or gray that doesn't grab the eye and distract from the more deserving stuff like trees, sweeping ocean views and mo......

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...Her fur used to fly. She used to fly. From the floor to the couch. Once she settled- We’d brush. For years, it was full and youthful. Then it was falling out in tufts, So we’d brush more gent......

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...Many lawns are dotted With these yellow tufts of gold And all my life, “They’re ugly weeds!” Is what I have been told. Yet dandelions add some pop Of color to the green And though they are i......

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...The balmy breeze wafted over the prairie, Where yellow cowslips huddled in patches. And here and there I heard a whisper echoing: Love her, love her, love her. But she seemed deaf and pref......

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... In Tule Valley, hooves strike the sagebrush-speckled desert floor, it is there between the rippling mountains that stocky legs push off the ground, and take to a gallop; A momentum s......

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... In the terrane of deplorable deprivation manifested in the wasteland of wretched desertion, the obscure tufts of the subdued slender grass struggle to rise through the cleavage of stony dest......

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..."Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... it all fades, except love. Love is forever and thereafter, even when we've......

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...there are dew drops on my whiskers, as I blink my eyes to greet the morn, I rise to my feet and stretch and yawn, and saunter down to the shallow lake, slowly through the tall tufts of dr......

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...Little hairs in certain cases, are expected that we might see. Arms and legs are common places, as well as hair upon our faces. On top of head, if no traces, accepting bald, is what you'll be. ......

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