Ange Poems - Poems about Ange

I don't know who is she Where she come from Or what she does for a living But how beautiful she is When i look at her and I know nothing else But the mere evidence ...

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Contest: Choose A Line 3 Sponsored by: Joseph May Contest Judged: June 7th, 2025 5:24:00 PM Placement: Second °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°` "The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire". Rains then poured out like held-back tears of anger, shedding emotions from the sky like a recently heartbroken damsel. The raindrops beat on the rusty roof— a drum that...

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Always messing up When I feel so upset Going all in way too hard To lose another stupid bet Losing all my hard earned money Yet again I am robbed blind At this point it’s all quite funny I have no more strength to mind Bet it all on my bad choices I will give in to my voices I’ll sit back and have a...

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To My Muse ...

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Ti Bon Ange (Small Little Angel) A small little angel looking over an edge, Its eyes wide, alive in wetness and peering. From a cliff it overlooks an undulating plain that, sweeps, spreading before its eyes forever seeming, looming, fiercely wild, provocative, even strange. This small little angle spies a moving form, the forms grace of movement engages the angel’s core. The angel’s...

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With the way you smile behind those eyes, Ange! There’s something that I can see, An eternal candle that glows with a legendary flare, A flare that makes me to adore you, And forever, I will recollect you, Ange! Your smile makes me proud to have you as my dear acquaintance, Ange! Now! Come closer, friend, And be submissive, because I...

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le ciel est proche quand je sens ta main dans la mienne et j`ai envie de voler avec toi la seule au dessus de la mer comme un Dieu vole l`amour...

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Morning sun thumbs the thicker heart strings With a shudder bass of pleasure Adding rhythm to tenor falsetto wren songs In suddenly lit shadowed crevasses Still enjoying the quietnesses of sleep A hawk screams in delight of rising air We sip our fresh ground percolations naked in the hot still water Watching humming birds taste...

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