Aestheticism Poems - Poems about Aestheticism

...I saw black birds against cloud canvas, aestheticism in motion. I saw a rainbow tower meet sky, and I supposed a pot of gold. Everywhere jade gypsy eyes roam, I see jewels, swirl......

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...Flowers bloom unfolding soft hands and opening the beauty to the the eyes exhausted; when the mortals feel hunger, flowers feed them the essence; even when the mortals catch the rays, flowers ......

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... Dear dada add an “ist” to it all I reject in the face of it all Aestheticism true beauty is found in the ugliness of it all peaking out under coverlets of mud throwi......

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... I cast these concepts I cast these kernels Kernels in my hand Kernels in the clay Clay of loam Clay of words Words to describe Words packed Packed with exegesis Packed with strength ......

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...Where the haze of the soul and heart meet As darkness wiggles and enigmas excrete Whispers hit over an unfathomable abyss A story of love and shadows starts to wiss Amid a mist of a......

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...The Picture of Dorian Gray: Paint Me As An Event The Picture of Dorian Gray, a decent fanciful novel by Irish writer Oscar Wilde, published in 1890. The novel, the on......

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...A mass of grey and rusted silver strewn By the sky god from sifted appurtenances. Preserve of ancients jousting with modernity, Behind edifice a disperse of brimming slums With piles, heaps of fi......

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...The clad ivy charms, warms the walls, The frontage that welcomes the fold and their outsiders, Specifying age and strength of delicate beauty, Which accounts for that non-existent love: History......

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...Clever queen, I maneuvered my way through all of the subtle and most obvious plays Masterfully Sensual aestheticism, sexual teetotalism, romanticism, sadism, masochism, hedonism Calculating man......

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...The desert breaks each man open, at the crossing of dunes- Where the sun sets, God enters violently, for survival to begin without water without shelter without raiment without poison ......

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...I am an aesthete to the nature and its colors, what will be the beauty of its creator? My aestheticism fails to asses.......

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