Adhering Poems - Poems about Adhering

... I'm white s m o k e , a silhouette of titanium wings, tethered to the snowy flesh of a flawless dandelion, whose skin still remembers ~ the thawing of winter from its glass-cut edges,......

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...Too skinny, too fat that's all i keep hearing Those insults are like a thrifted piece of furniture As much as you want to cover them with paint The original painting keeps appearing Maybe word......

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...who will help this land Now they are gone? Certify to be identified Who will help the land The land will be lost Without their love and care, They are moving, in slower motion Adhering ......

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...There are three sides that form every triangle and not always are they of the same equal proportion. There can also be three sides of many a story told, and stitched with tenuous threads that loos......

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...{"MY dance in the downpour was cut short, though, even for a second I felt my worries glide off from the tips of my fingers as the precipitation stuck against the flesh of my skin. My heart palpitate......

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..."Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, which once vibrated with indigo streams in sparks of salient storms ~ I soar across melancholic mangroves, fathoming, if I am the......

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...Every time I look into your eyes you make me want to smile, every time I look into your eyes, I see something that is deep and no one else can compete; the universe is running after thee and they can......

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...there is no harm per se in adhering to a this or that faith it is conditioning of course imposed by culture and society day and night crying itself hoarse the sun above shines equally on all......

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...For all the planning and learned preparation poetry remains part mystery a write only dimly solvable a poet wisely advised to proudly accept all credits, while adhering failures to sacr......

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...I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown. Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown. The observatory was the place I loved, keeping ......

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...Goodbye and good riddance 2023 Commencement writing this poem began December 31st: 2:24 PM ended December 31st: 03:53 PM. The best geriatric effort I apply twittering, ushering, and albeit......

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... " In titanium haze of love, truth is but a mere lie, never unlocking gold vaults of feelings, for, honesty weeps somewhere......

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...In the realm where words take flight, Let me share a tale, both wise and bright. Of responsible hands that wield the gun, An ode to the virtues, one by one. Through misty morns and shadows deep......

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...Follow me into a place where we can be free Where we can flow like the waves of the sea Distant from anything else reaching limits of the unknown Listening to the symphony of splashes thats reciti......

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...The Wolf Moon of January ‘Neath the Wolf Moon in the sky above the deep-freeze North, where the land is snow-covered and the air is filled with frost, are heard the echoes of wolves follo......

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