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Micah Krahn Poems
Scandalous Temptress Ravishing Incredible
Seahawks 12 Football
Time by Micah Krahn Motionless He stands, neither living nor dead, but a part of both worlds.
The Sound of Poetry
Come my child and let me show you a garden of melodies. For not far from where we are is a scared, hurt, wretchedly twisted and rusted instrument. She has no name and her destiny is not known yet to her.
Twelve Black Birds on a Wire
Close to my house, on nearby splintered telephone poles, perch twelve black birds on a wire communicating amongst themselves about the ever-long sun setting wilderness awaiting behind them.
I wish we were closer..
I wish we were closer, and then the kisses we share could be moments of perfection surrounded by sweet memories of awe. i wish we were closer so you could whisper in my ear and tell me that you miss me. Life is as it seems quite unbearable without you. I wish we were closer than the ill fate of being connected though the ripples of time and space, for the distance between us is but air and the breath of love in our hearts. I wish we were closer so the footsteps that i take on lonely beaches will have eternal moments attached to yours, like barnacles tightly grasped together in sweet harmony under a pale white moon. I wish we were closer so the heartache of living alone in this world will soothe our souls forever. I wish we were closer to you and you to me. i wish i was closer to you, I am already in your heart, awaiting the day that my footsteps will meet up with yours. whispers and shadows fall unto dust i refuse to let our love idly die within the grasps of time without first telling you i feel about you.
Beyond Charlotte's Web
Beyond the slithering ascending shadows of the barn rafters, divulged an ideal refuge for the constellation of endless webbing which barraged between each beam.
Love Me Soon
Love me soon and love me now you are the only one for me
A house is more than a home. It is where I was first welcomed by family when I was born.
I Tore Off My Wings And gave them to you! Now you are the angel, and I am the “fallen one'. You fly throughout the heaven’s glorified galaxies.
The Lady of Autumn
Each season is the start of something beautiful. A fragile seedling, in need of water and sunshine to begin to out of her en caged shell of captivity.
Making A Sandwich
The most unlikeliest of poems, often come from the tastiest ideas.. When preparing food, i first wash my hands, the more soap the better. Appliances. Waffle maker or Toaster? Toaster. Tool of choice. Stainless Steel Knife. selecting my ingredients for my conjuration of eatery, is the next goal on my itinerary.
Lovely Adorable Understanding Romantic
A Treasure Within (Sara)
[S]ecretly hidden away in the serene and perpetual precision of the ocean depths. [A]amongst the coral within the frightening fathoms which haunt the desolate plains of eternal rapture. Dwells an oasis of dreams where the water of fantasy slithers [R]ealms of wonder surrounded by the tides of elegance. This glorified paradise awaits only us, [A]nticipating and coveting our footsteps in the sand
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