Best Refinement Poems

For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Of blood.
Then reanimated...

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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film, ...

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Beneath the opal white moon, the crying doves shed their precious tears,
Causing the purple rain to fall, melting at the lavender notes of musical dreams,
Camelot’s...

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When I was a girl, still on the island
I’d sit in the sand
and brood
and revel
in what I thought was utter enlightenment
a teenage rebel
with dime-store refinement
We...

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You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise...

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Now slipping in peace the hues of day
Maybe this I fully know;
Above the vales, the dappled fields
Of bushy lanes and down to where
The brimful city...

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I am
  one has
    to say
sudden
understanding
    a conception
       emerging
a
refinement
fully
realised
 and
  ...

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A wildflower grows on the cobblestoned streets of this dingy town,
Among the dirt and debris left behind by the seasons.
A misplaced beauty working her way...

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Monet

Brush strokes of elegant refinement

within eloquent sighs of awed inspiration

fluid scenery grasping Nirvana's refulgence

emotions painted vividly seasoned 

music ringing from canvas's power

clinging to old master's...

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries...

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...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries...

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she had enough curiosity to kill a thousand cats but not about sex

she awoke to him on top of her AGAIN then a quick blow...

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The woods are alive, with colors of autumn
The trees give off, their special fall, brilliant glow
Trees repeatedly spaced, in place like columns
In between rows poplar,...

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“Valentinian Valor”

Oh wouldst that I could write of bleeding love
drawn from my heart by arrows from above
thus blame my fate upon the sting of Cupid
to...

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The Bullingdon Club

In the hallowed halls of Oxford's elite,
A secret society did convene,
A gathering of privileged retreat,
A club known as the Bullingdon team.

With tails and...

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