Artlessly Poems - Poems about Artlessly

...Elegance is the blue of the ocean, ageless paragon's heartbeat in motion. Never calm, but ripples and hoary froth; enigmatic creatures that feel it's wroth. The waves beget in outcome......Read the rest...

...Ploddingly it took the form Of some dispassionate melody Our wailing voices at crescendo For our undying we mourn With care they traipsed the deck A mass of notions in mind Did ten artlessly ......Read the rest...

...warm-copper serene sky artlessly proud poise high Autumn's own palettes lie in a scene kinder sigh force through in wondrous high migration birds loud cry v-formation they fly heaven bound t......Read the rest...

...In the streets of the pen, poems are scattered Some of the poems I can greet Some of the poems I can feed In the streets of the pen, poems are scattered Some of the poems I can greet From the......Read the rest...

...I still taste the bitter fog clenched in my jaw. my eyes playing ping pong in my face. searching for the tenderness I adored, concealed by deception Didn't think it would be you. to bruise my bod......Read the rest...

...Centered, I envision my next flux for the illuminant Deepening each stretch, I angle to the ruminant Breaths breathed deep, I press into a bent round Clearing my mind space, hands grasping at the ......Read the rest...

...When I get embedded on the surface of anxiety, I indulge myself into a sea and emerge with a coarse wing, that artlessly crush those sorrows, for the sea I indulge in is filled with my tears a......Read the rest...

...Can you dance with me? Can you match me step for step? Are our souls in sync, Our bodies a natural fit? Does the music playing harmonize our soul movements? The precarious titillation of thos......Read the rest...

...Can you dance with me? Can you match me step for step? Are our souls in sync, Our bodies a natural fit? Does the music playing harmonize our soul movements? The precarious titillation of thos......Read the rest...

...No more suprises now christmas holds, As day by day I’m growing old. This I wish to confess, Now christmas makes me pretty depressed. I was fond of natural yule tree, But now my grandchildren pi......Read the rest...

...I have breathed you in it seems a lifetime of times, correlated in seconds becoming rarer. Each shorter than the last, each with more adoration as i exhale every molecule of trial and error. My cup......Read the rest...

...I do not fear the messiness of death— The cold, dreamless sleep, ghastly blue. What I fear at my last breath Is total separation from you. All that we had together, all that we knew Will be as......Read the rest...