Best Sangria Poems

I still remember 
how you were
there in the dark,
holding my 
bleeding heart.
Whilst I wandered,
sleepless under
soundless spheres.

Now I search
for your starlit
symphony
that echoes,
as idyllic octaves,
from the last...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon...

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Dear December, 
Forgive my silence, 
I’m still bleeding from 
         the lacerations,
I still hear the echoes 
from...

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. . . smooth shades secretly serenade,
blush and blend, to send vivid vivacity.

- a masterpiece in the making -

like a painter posing with...

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When the 
seaside sepulchre 
of a kingdom, 
without its queen, 
is smeared with 
screams of lighting, 
I wish to crackle
these slivers 
of silver shakle, 
and...

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When the first glimpse 
of silver crescent
sprinkles citrine dust,
sparkling pink brooks 
spring forth, 
flowing through 
emerald green forests.
Moss covered Pine
trees spread their branches, 
reaching towards
the...

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 In the valley 
    of violin vines,
    when the saffron sun ascends,
and crooning clouds 
   drift...

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She's untouched fruit
from forbidden orchards
barren and wrinkled
with fragmented twigs,
whirling to the beat
of melancholic musings 
of black-winged butterflies 
that croon and reflect
the true tragedy of a...

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Take AI’s verses 
    and make them yours,
fake wisdom through 
   generated synonyms,
stolen from 
   the thesaurus of...

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The sun’s sparkling streaks,
of sangria grace, 
descend upon 
the malachite verdant valley;
world of pristine mountains,
and evergreen tales of 
rainbow hued meadows. 
Where medieval castles 
are...

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As winter trees exhume their leaves
for spring
and Autumns' sacrifice 
retreats in memory 
Summers of sangria blossoms 
drape their crimson blooms-

exhale against an arc of sighing...

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In a world bejeweled 
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the 
wailing waves below 
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the...

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This Aphrodite rose
slowly unfurls
pink ombre balms
of sun-kissed 
springfalls, 
as the luminous 
lake of tears
cascade in 
exotic wreaths 
of honey-soaked
velvety sepals, 
there succulent seeds
of zestful dawns...

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I am the 
     cascading radiance,
 between apricot 
   glows of gloaming,
when mauve mists shift,
mirroring sage seas of love,...

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I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new,
Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's...

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