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Powder of snow upon the ground Birds are here, not making a sound There's hardly any clouds in the sky Making me question the beauty, "why?" The sun rising before me A beautiful sight to see Snow...
.Roots. Grow. Flourish. Nourished. New. Midlife. Scraped bark. Peeling. Withering. Shrivelling. Dying. Dead. Fallen..
It either is, or it isn't. It's wrong, or it's right. These are facts that are given. It's either black, or its white. Nothing is hidden, All in plain sight.
Everyday is much the same, White. Soft and fluffy, Nose cold, eyes bright, White. As I bounce along on endless clouds, There's nobody up here, Nobody around, And all I see, All I feel, Is white.
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well I don't care, for mushroom soup. I just want a damn bedroom roof. Some Mac N Cheese, will suit me fair. Just let me in, to share your air. I don't want your grandmothers ring.
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| A. DROP. OF RAIN. COLD AND above. HARD FALLS ^. DOWN FROM |. THE SKIES----|. AND A. MAKES SPLASH. ON. THE. GROUND. #shapepoetry.
A love that never ends. Secures. A love breaking all the rules. Excites. A love with no boundaries. Reassures. A love that goes that extra mile. Warms. A love igniting passion. Satisfies.
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#household - cot/crib. HUSH HUSH. MY MY. LOVE DEAR. NO NEED TO FRET. I'M. ALWAYS. NE AR. ©brownowl2012.
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I throw a balloon up in the air and W H A T CH I T D R I ...
This is a Haiku, A Haiku about something, Something very strange. Something very strange, Represented in Haiku, This was a Haiku. Writing a Haiku, Haiku, genre of something, Something like nothing.
I'm fine. Mistress. of fine. I'm my own. I'm mine. I'm fine. don't cross. the line. I'm fine. I'm fine. haven't got. time. I'm fine. Go on ask me. you know. the one line. I'm fine. Just one. word.
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Early at first light they left us in the house boarded up the windows shut the sunrise out emptied out our cupboards no bread, no milk, no jam left us only spirits and the head bones of a dog Early...
It’s freezing heater’s broke share sofa holding close living room dark I wake once in the night sparks flying between eyes though I can’t see You burrow deep down back tight for warmth...