Amulets Poems - Poems about Amulets

...Blue ~ is the door of uncertainty, carved with letters of lime green, with antique amulets hung on sterling strings, like teardrop dreamcatchers, framing the anatomy of heali......

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...As the last petal falls upon trembling twigs, and the heart withers, like nocturnal stars weeping in a casket~ of ice-laced sepals, soaked in searing silence, cloaked in thistles of nothingnes......

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...I am a collage of sunsets, laced with amethyst dreams of orchid dews, s u r f i n g through s w i r l i n g sparkles, as the waning moon mirrors amulets of love~ ......

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...This poem is dedicated to my best friend kat. For we are all demons! Demons In ages of old, when myths held sway, Demons walked Earth, at the......

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...The following fictitious scenario I evoke Analogous to fire breathing puffed up imaginary dragon (in a land called Honah Lee) ye might rightly think what the deuce haunting spectre ace of sp......

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...The forest is where trees nestle and mushrooms sigh, spinning electric dreams from harlequin vines and multicolored roses… Tonight, ink flows in a hypnotic trance, my thoughts swirl through the ......

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...Oh, woman, your beauty breathes among the stars, an entire universe in your gaze, a sparkle that opens gates to unknown heavens, where light finds its eternal dance, the curve of your lips is the ......

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...You turn my words into an enchanted silence, an ancient fear grips you— are they truly meant to pierce, or are they just the shadows of a vivid dream? But you don't see the abyss from which these w......

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... Once upon a time, when juliet was a jewel of psychedelic phrases ~ steering rubies of romance to distant shores, where sapphire seafoam had never kissed the silence of sands ~ the......

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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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...In the night when the moon shakes its silver over waves of dreams, A woman opens the gate to her heart, feeling too much, too deeply, In the trance of words that turn into butterflies of light and ......

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...A poet wears their work in place of wounds, Their words are scars of light and darkness on the canvas of the soul. In the flow of consciousness, I wander through gardens of melancholy, Wearing the......

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...Something strange and unexplainable comes this way, this way, it comes to us sly and fast, some say, perhaps, it has already arrived, it walks unseen, in the midst of all, of us we go a......

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... "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~ midst emerald ferns, where scars dance upon henna leaflets, as lyrics float upon trembling lips, escaping my m......

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... This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my fairy-......

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