Patterned Poems - Poems about Patterned

...Cross legged mega creature had ears that were diverse One was patterned like a pheasant, the other one was worse Enormous polka dots decorated it and his nose was weird. I think it is a collie’s n......Read the rest...

...Blossom of baby's breath soft white dusted my shoes in the morning light Brushing gorse crusted yellow over the stream with a weeping willow Into the wood of rush patterned lace ......Read the rest...

...Skin so soft as it's been left untouched. Love woven baskets so full, but still no one to receive my seeds of love. Thoughts of spoiled parts which tempt invalid ideas, invoking false belief that th......Read the rest...

...Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy” Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music Blends of subversive elements and anxious acous......Read the rest...

...What is mist in my demeanour, makes me fray when I am touched, the thread is just a little leaner, when the rug is pulled too much. Adjust the light, reduce the glare, the eyes will compensa......Read the rest...

... In a small village in the green valleys of the Peak District, Sarah gave birth to a son, after a decade of trying for a child with her husband, Peter B Perfekt. It was a joyful occasion for the fa......Read the rest...

... I like the accidental, incidental way- the mist kisses and lifts from the timberline, like angelic lung that breathes it all in, drifts to the next flowering, a honey bee in a land o......Read the rest...

...#8: Time's Up Renewed, a second, their forevermore, a bobbing pin rethreads all in red threads, the pedals are pressed up and down the floor, the bobbing pin threads in and out all......Read the rest...

...BEYONG PAINTNG perceptble poems rhmetically patterned pale lyrical emptied of the obvious coded allusion purified byr precision in inverted dreams of saturated......Read the rest...

...RED SEA At the mouth I lay splayed blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum white flags drench......Read the rest...

...Life and Death in two separated clusters, Klimt draws conflicts. The serenity of his cycle of life is bright in pure color, he depicts. A modern dance of death, yet he offers pause in what ......Read the rest...

...I happened upon the tiniest snail today, it's spiral patterned shell caught my eye. Not thought of fondly by many, would turn your legs into jelly, would make the keenest of plant lovers cry. A......Read the rest...

...Mrs. Crow Mutton has a mission – the Antarctica or bust. We were shocked when she ordered boots in red rust. She ordered a down winter coat with a print on it too. And a patterned knitted cap crea......Read the rest...

... One night in sleep I found my antiquated bed, tired of lasting confinement, decided to fly out. On wings of bed-sheet turning to a soaring swan, it started to flutter away before I could thwa......Read the rest...

... Belladonnic poison seeps from your eyes, like an electric serum of Venusian alchemy, one that paralyzes my sense of pride. ......Read the rest...