Best Pearlized Poems

Where does the 
    selfless sun hide
when heavens
r a i n bloodstones? 
Burned and inscribed, 
from monsoon monsters,
gnawing at our bones,
the shimmering 
  darkness imbibed,
If only drifting 
shades 
   of gray, 
where the tempests 
    ...

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Upon her last sighs, she narrates cosmic 
sagas flowing within poetic veins.
She still remembers 
those idyllic evenings, 
engrossed in raining confessions, 
influenced by her shipwrecked heart, 
expressing scarlet 
sentiments that sail in silence,
across unruffled ink-stained waves,
amidst the endless oceans between 
their untouched silhouettes.

Her every desire...

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"You're here," he whispered from shadows

My fragrance consorted before me 
Heady scent of musk-infused blooms 
Intoxicating allure, lustfully impure

On the bed was an opened poetry book,
across it pages,  a perfect red rose
Dark crimson, like the blood within me flows
heated by need and the greed...

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In froths of a sky never ever ending,
she throttles like a half—shelled woman
slow to prance in the midst
 of obedient breeze,
her movement wrapped 
like a hundred cider vines...

How orange are her nights.

This hue burnt by sways 
of corrugated leaves ; a crown 
adorned with pearlized...

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c r e s t f a l l e n 
                   lapis lazuli 
            ...

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She could've been died
She could've been pearlized
She could've been torn in between the two
She didn't know what to do but,
I know one  thing I will always love this person
This person is my mama 
I'm glad god kept her on earth
To show me things that...

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I stroll leisurely along the avenue as silent trees stand sentinel.	
Not one leaf rustles or whispers; 
no branch breathes or even sighs.
No gust catches me off guard at the top of the hill 
so that I pull
my scarf more snuggly ‘round me. 	
All is still....

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I stroll leisurely along the avenue 
as silent trees stand sentinel.	
Not one leaf rustles or whispers; 
no branch breathes or even sighs.
No gust catches me off guard 
at the top of the hill so that I
pull my scarf more snuggly ‘round me. 	
All is still....

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While powdered flakes gently spill from heaven
Like embroidery of gold tassels kissing buds
And hawthorns ,the  frost twinkles and drifts
Into winter’s  beautifully formed marquee,
tangy the vapor of her skin 
wafting into  nightfall’s’ interlude.

Enthralled, I shudder at the rhythm
Of her dance : icicles flitting...

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When you 
walk out my eyes get watery as if im crying the seven seas my knees start to 
tremble my body becomes weak pearlized not in service anymore and if i dare to 
speak ill realize my whole mouth is weak starting on my...

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A pearlized chrysalis in the night sky
Constellations twinkling in Goddess-like fashion
I stare at the nearly round orb,
She brings a delightful wonder to the evening

Imagine my surprise if she would open
And a giant monarch would swoop down
Light on this balcony and touch her forehead to mine
I...

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Maradona, ice palace princess was more formidable than we knew
Her reputation was startlingly modest, said the soothsayer, Lou.
She led the dragon brigade in January, stated snowy owl, a friend.
Her army annihilated the enemy, I mean to a devastating end.

Heaven’s pink angel bird messenger warned us...

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A Horn and Hardart Story
By Sy Roth


It begins with buttons, 
ivory buttons,
Pearlized pieces-- 
Not the plastic crap, 
Over-industrialized flotsam
that adorns clothing these days—

Eager hands fluttering like twin doves in flight,
Delivered buttons. 
His effort earned him a nickel. 

His hunger traded for the warmth and noise...

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Lithe, light and lovely, Luanna mourned her elf friend’s death
Wearing the flowers he had always loved, increased her grief.
The rest of the fey understood her predicament,
the meadow was empathetic, eager to help, enthusiastic about her.

Her gossamer wings were pearlized, shining in the moonlight
She said a...

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Ralph Waldo Emerson: "Nature always wears the colors of the spirit."

Star-speckled galaxies nestled in indigo stratospheres transform
Into a plethora of pastel hues, painting the canva of a breaking dawn.
Strokes of salmon and peach stretch across the heavens,
Whilst the slumbering cosmos begins to awaken.
Shimmering dewdrops collect...

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