Best Glamorizing Poems

In moments of twilight civility
an exchange of gifts - 
darkness for light..

RISING

from beyond the softening silhouette edge
you brighten like a blushing damsel
hazy haloed
unabashed in the pleasure of ripening

daydreamer 
...a vivid blur of lemon drop...
veiled by a wispy fanfare of mares’ tails
windswept forth in pinkened pageantry
heralding...

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P o e t r y fills my heart 
with lyrical acrolect:
slowly swaying 
my fingers
   to outstanding octaves, 
through 
  ecstatic 
  liberated librettos, 
uplifting in a 
  medley of 
   melancholic motions.
I n k is bleeding 
in...

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Between frosty cobalt-cliffs, cruise-ship hesitates to pause,
Amidst ice sculptures echoing cheers of spirited applause,
Mesmerizing enthralled sights evincing awe-struck trance,
Lauding vast gelid expanse, hypnotizing eyes of romance.

Buoying on inlets, flaunting aesthetics of sculpted designs,
Dark blue glaciers rise for miles, as our ship gently aligns,
Watching seals resting...

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The consumer products are trilling
But not like this sacred Green lantern
A glamorizing image to behold
On its arrival to the world.

Perhaps there is one secret about it
It keeps on being amazing as it gaze
A little witty whimper
But worthier than gold.

Though it's sighted in my vision
But I...

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ered, just like I would be if I ever found myself in Gossip Girl’s contrived version of New York 
City’s upper east 
side on a (b)lust
ery day and I saw prettily-pressed preppy clothes clinging to the perfect pie
l (skin in Spanish.  Duh.  Who...

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It's a refrain from the pain
Endless list of impossibilities
Concealing, aligning with atrocities
Glamorizing, appetizing ponderous existence
Of delusional falsehood, negatives overriding
Employing good yet morbid songs
 
its a refrain
And I wonder again
Relaxing, exercising, the cranium, the brain
Circumstances advancing, the matrix expands
Of possibilities and probabilities
and ideological songs
Tunes of complex...

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They Talk about Drugs, alcohol & sex, but this is an issue the media don't speak on
Maybe they don't care, or maybe they don't understand where we bleed from
Some people label you an attention seeker even though you hide the scarring
I feel the need to...

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Afternoon, late March, delivering promise 
of respite from errands, long lines at the post office, 
queues of cars at red lights, what, if anything, is in
the offing for supper.  A glass of wine is nice, will soften
the mind's noisy dissertation, news of unrest in...

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Dear saints I urge you to watch with your spiritual eyes,
in order to sift out the world’s destructive lies.

The world is actively trying to bury all that is true,
which may include both me and you.

Following God’s commands is a thing of the past,
while new millennium...

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Our unhinged president,
(a veritable loathsome miscreant)
cannot get away with murder,
nor will mine paltry poetic
(side winding) gambit
help clinch deserved punishment
for leader of free world hell bent
on destroying civilization.

Nevertheless cathartic and therapeutic
to craft (ala literary blitzkrieg)
sentiments lambasting atrocious,
egregious, malicious, nefarious,
opprobrious, seditious, uproarious, vicious...
dirty deed(s) done dirt cheap.

I...

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Anecdotes all arousing my head
breathless begging to be your best
carefully caressing your caramel skin
ditching the deep ditches of dolor
enveloping the ever-present eerie aura
faithfully faking the smile on my face
glamorizing the greatness of giving
helping the halos of doubt in my head
idolizing your individuality and independence
joking about...

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In a shadowy sphere
a girl flaunt her beautiful faces
to the pallid look of the sun
- rolling blackout.
A sweet reminder of her refulgency 
waxing from waning.

Girls are roses

Purple roses
with scents of cherubic
that effuses blissfulness;
heaving and glamorizing 
haunting and hunting in sublime beauty.

Fine inflorescences
that lay in the...

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I walked along route 58
There was Mumbai dreams and Harbor Freight
A hippie guy sold sunglasses from a stall
One had a rosy tint, I paid 5 dollars, that was all.
There was a warning label with it, I threw it away
Who needs all the fine print, what...

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It's most likely her being isn't brought for additional or spares 
Her calm paws gloating her beauty defining her sleep that is well made
The traveled heart looking so innocently pure it's as if heaven made her just before sunset right between the hours split seconds...

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