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The Sandpiper
Across the desolate ocean side we bounce, One little sandpiper and I, What's more, quick I accumulate, little by little, The dissipated driftwood, faded and dry. The wild waves arrive at their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs elevated, As out of control the ocean side we flutter, One little sandpiper and I.
By Edris Post2 years ago in Poets
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's most memorable green is gold, Her hardest tint to hold. Her initial leaf's a bloom; Yet, just so 60 minutes. Then, at that point, leaf dies down to leaf. So Eden sank to despondency, So first light goes down to day. Nothing gold can remain.
By Edris Post2 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Laundry Hamper
Bushel hamper, wickerwork, hamper basket Far from your days as a case or casket Southern born Who knew your purpose would out grow the fruits, veggies and grains who used you as just a basket 1897, on your way, Sears and Roebuck answered those who asked what can task-it A beautiful receptacle for the dirty, disheveled work clothes we disown Built-in, hidden, or a moveable facet 1966, Sears and Roebucks catelogue moved from a simple ad to a three page packet In all shapes and sizes, often padded with baking soda or litter to hide the smell of our worn To me you are no less important than anyone living in my hamlet A welcomed collector, a teacher who taught my dog to pick up socks for a biscuit the fastest The one on my side, in cahoots, keeping things organized in my cleaning, leaving me fresh and reborn Far from your days as a case or casket
By simplicity2 years ago in Poets
High School Poet Tree 2
Told you there was more. I gathered some of the darkest ones for this post. A little backstory into the mind that created these poems. I was probably between the ages of 15 and 17. I was going through a lot at home and an outcast at school. Because I was a young hopeless romantic, I let my peers lead my immature love life. Even when I knew it wasn't right I romanticized the hell out of my relationships in my youth.
By Abigail Adams -The Mad Cow Mob Boss2 years ago in Poets
