Aurally Poems - Poems about Aurally

...Maybe we were unconnected speaking different languages You with your mood music I was more aurally free Bird tattoos like a panderers song You touched on romantic themes yet still asked......

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...Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor. We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light. Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses its body......

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...I saw it in one of those chintzy antique shops. I recalled that it was made for travelling musicians that wanted to work out scores while not being overheard. It was old and all wood. When I tap......

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...she said it was an act of god questioningly i replied did you say the Marquis de Sade her accent hid her willingness to believe so or believe so faithfully so she said love is the sa......

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...Screaming writhing violent uncontrollable spasms of abandonment immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb) where e'er she went verbal communication attempt didst rent ear piercing outpouring ......

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...I Wrapped in a heart-like sack Your face makes every bad crack flack, Yet no one is scared, I am Frankenstein's creation by the way I am the cursed prince, cursed to be a forever beast Yet th......

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...The bain of authors, homophones, and this, I will add is not an ad in favour! I have, I've walked down many an aisle on many an isle. Drawn an arc whilst designing an ark. I'm aurally embarrassed ......

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...Playing music of magical mythological sound As if meditating to mesmerize those around, Lion and tiger bow down being spellbound, Legendary painting depicts myths profound. Hands hold the lyre,......

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...just under the skin the you that echoes the actual physical scarring that shows just at the very outset of your supposedly sane & publicly presentable exterior, lies with you a problem that you can't......

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...The alarm shouted on my ear The day is six thirty a.m young so is the air I prostrate twiceand pray To God to make me a predator and not a prey I dust the house and mob the floor Wash the pl......

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