Quotes about damp, page 2
On a damp Foggy day (2007)
A car without headlights
On a damp Foggy Day
Nearly hit my bumper
At the stop sign down the way
On a damp Foggy day
Mist hanging heavy in the air
At a stop sign down the way
A Car passed on the right
Mist hanging heavy in the air
I never saw it coming
A car passed on the right
And flew through the intersection
A car without headlights
Nearly hit my bumper
I never saw it coming
And flew through the intersection
poem by Lillian B. Rose
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Entering The Hall
a lousy day
something is dreary
life is damp and disturbingly wet,
as i enter the hall
where two old men are talking
deaf perhaps
they are shouting about
how life can be so dragging
when i go near them
they look at me with disdain
envious perhaps
about how i have not aged much
because i am smiling
inside it is damp and wet and dreary
but outside i show something warm
the sun and the gentle wind
i am hurt but i never utter the word
of your common complaint.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With You Babe
how can a dark night be dark
and damp?
how can a day be so hot
and wild?
with you babe,
soft white skin
smooth thighs
button nipples
strawberry lips
eyes telling me
'come here baby
get me get me! '
conquer me!
how can a dark night be dark
and damp?
how can a day be so hot
and wild?
with you babe,
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Damp and Dewy
Should I embrace the victim
And lay down tears and woe
The sod gets damp and dewy
Yet still no flowers grow
The sun will rise before me
Why linger in the rain
No sense to keep pretending
With nothing there to gain
Sometimes I smell the flowers
Of passions I once knew
And in those fleeting moments
My thoughts return to you
I breathe the sweet surrender
A moment, then it's gone
Then shake off all the memories
Pickup and carry on
I have no use for victims
They'll be no tears and woe
Through sod, damp and dewy
I'm smiling as I go
poem by Leria Hawkins
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The Last Train
She was waiting for the last train,
under the lamp light.
The rain drizzled
and the lamp made shadows
on a damp grey wall and as it did
ghostly figures loomed,
spookily, highlighting
the loneliness of the night.
Passing the time, she read posters
‘drink this beer, buy that car,
holiday in Spain.
She shivered, wet, tired,
no umbrella, wearing a
thin plastic Mac.
As her train pulled away,
she snuggled up inside a carriage.
Looking out of its window,
there, against the damp wall
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poem by Ruth Walters
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The Mushera Fog
It steals down the mountain the Mushera fog
Across the mountain road and cloaks Togher Bog
On damp and wet days in Winter and the latter Fall
The traffic goes up and down road at a crawl
From the high road a steep dropp down the mountain side
And to drive fast there in the fog is a wish for suicide
But what a beautiful drive on a pleasant Spring day
When the hawthorns are in their white flowers of the May
A beautiful view of the countryside for miles around
As you drive up and down the high road on the higher ground
But from mid Fall to early Spring on damp weather of low cloud
The high Mushera road is cloaked in a gray shroud
As the low clouds of rain down the mountain side blow
For to cloak Togher Bog and the valley below.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Process in the Weather of the Heart
A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.
A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.
A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
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poem by Dylan Thomas
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Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa
I.
The sun is set; the swallows are asleep;
The bats are flitting fast in the gray air;
The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep,
And evening’s breath, wandering here and there
Over the quivering surface of the stream,
Wakes not one ripple from its summer dream.
II.
There is no dew on the dry grass to-night,
Nor damp within the shadow of the trees;
The wind is intermitting, dry, and light;
And in the inconstant motion of the breeze
The dust and straws are driven up and down,
And whirled about the pavement of the town.
III.
Within the surface of the fleeting river
The wrinkled image of the city lay,
Immovably unquiet, and forever
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poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Elegy For Jane
(My student, thrown by a horse)
I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils;
And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile;
And how, once started into talk, the light syllables leaped for her.
And she balanced in the delight of her thought,
A wren, happy, tail into the wind,
Her song trembling the twigs and small branches.
The shade sang with her;
The leaves, their whispers turned to kissing,
And the mould sang in the bleached valleys under the rose.
Oh, when she was sad, she cast herself down into such a pure depth,
Even a father could not find her:
Scraping her cheek against straw,
Stirring the clearest water.
My sparrow, you are not here,
Waiting like a fern, making a spiney shadow.
The sides of wet stones cannot console me,
Nor the moss, wound with the last light.
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poem by Theodore Roethke
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It's been stolen
Newgrange
The rain is hammering on our windows,
it's changed,
last week it was still warm
almost summer rain.
Now it's been stolen
along with the sun
dragged south
to give us our endless winter
To make it worse they mess with the clocks
make the darkness worse
the night longer.
I need the light and the sun!
I need that week in Seville again
tapas bars open on the street
sun hot on my skin
bright in my eyes, a joyful atmosphere
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poem by Robin Pratt
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