#sprinkle - Hello Poetry

The over I ball only has two ***** I sprinkle the pitch with thickets, I get spent up and the over is up.

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Feb 14, 2020

Feb 14, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC

Atul

Over Up

The over I ball only has two ***** I sprinkle the pitch with thickets, I get spent up and the over is up.

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you confuse me. but that's probably because my mind is clouded with uncertainty and sprinkled with champagne stars. i've been walking in a fog of feelings and pushing them further and further away with every glass i pour. it's not fair to ask someone steady to walk with someone so unbalanced so not ready. but you like that my soul is filled with glitter and i tell myself that's gotta count for something.

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Jan 1, 2020

Jan 1, 2020 at 7:59 PM UTC

gracehaak

glitter for the soul

you confuse me. but that's probably because my mind is clouded with uncertainty and sprinkled with champagne stars. i've been walking in a fog of feelings and pushing them further and further away with every glass i pour. it's not fair to ask someone steady to walk with someone so unbalanced so not ready. but you like that my soul is filled with glitter and i tell myself that's gotta count for something.

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fifteen fat turkeys beyond the window light sprinkle of white

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Nov 14, 2019

Nov 14, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC

mark-wanless

haiku 19/11/13a

fifteen fat turkeys beyond the window light sprinkle of white

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_dip me in moonlight, come, sprinkle me with stardust, dream my sleep awake_

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Jun 27, 2019

Jun 27, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC

annh

Snow White

_dip me in moonlight, come, sprinkle me with stardust, dream my sleep awake_

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Rainy days and dripping windows, Once again, beside my pillow, I lay upon my bed alone, But in a place to me, unknown. Day two, beyond the first “hello’s”, Clouds still hover, and even billow, They say goodbye to each of their own, They thunder and sprinkle before heading on home. After their hastened diminuendo, Most clouds scatter among the fellow. I compare to them to see how I’ve grown, knowing rain brings a harvest from a seed that was sewn.

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Aug 29, 2018

Aug 29, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC

JessicaJarvisPoetry

Contemplating the Clouds

Rainy days and dripping windows, Once again, beside my pillow, I lay upon my bed alone, But in a place to me, unknown. Day two, beyond the first “hello’s”, Clouds still hover, and even billow, They say goodbye to each of their own, They thunder and sprinkle before heading on home. After their hastened diminuendo, Most clouds scatter among the fellow. I compare to them to see how I’ve grown, knowing rain brings a harvest from a seed that was sewn.

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I have poems painted like the Pyramids on my skin They sprink like umbers, burning demons on my sleep, Am a god. Then God said, "Let us make mankind in our image" Genesis 1:26

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC

bongani-malambule-sibanyoni

gods

I have poems painted like the Pyramids on my skin They sprink like umbers, burning demons on my sleep, Am a god. Then God said, "Let us make mankind in our image" Genesis 1:26

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As the clouds muster in the overcast It is the sun with a dark cloth like a mast The earth draws dark It is the environment about to make its mark The watery of rain The grass and trees in how they sustain The soothing feel from agonizing pain Later the rain poured harder Now it was becoming a matter A showery stream Oh that cleansing of clean Drip upon drip It seemed like it wouldn’t stop But continued rain upon It didn’t stop until it was done Yet the rain was a relaxing shower It seemed like the rain came down by the hour But the rain certainly does have power It nourishes the flowers and our selves There nothing like real rain which you won’t find on any shelf.

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Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC

preservationman

THE REFRESHING RAIN

As the clouds muster in the overcast It is the sun with a dark cloth like a mast The earth draws dark It is the environment about to make its mark The watery of rain The grass and trees in how they sustain The soothing feel from agonizing pain Later the rain poured harder Now it was becoming a matter A showery stream Oh that cleansing of clean Drip upon drip It seemed like it wouldn’t stop But continued rain upon It didn’t stop until it was done Yet the rain was a relaxing shower It seemed like the rain came down by the hour But the rain certainly does have power It nourishes the flowers and our selves There nothing like real rain which you won’t find on any shelf.

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