Best Visage Poems

Where hyacinths bloom, cardinals hop and sing,
Winsome is the visage of verdant vibrant spring
Beautifying fragrant prairies, blossoming trees,
Alluring bees waltzing on wings of tender breeze
Undulating gleefully crest of burbling streams,
Frolicking on melodies of robin’s nesting dreams,
Euphoric in hilarity of dancing yellow daffodils,
Merriment of white lilies,...

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Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh

Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh now alive in this famous predestined time
Where dubious shadow shades run a riot as the ghastly ghosts of darkness,
Begin calling to all goblins, ghosts, ghouls, and witches in the graveyards;
To come alive—as black cats call out their signals...

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Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh now alive in this famous predestined time
Where dubious shadow shades run a riot as the ghastly ghosts of darkness,
Begin calling to all goblins, ghosts, ghouls, and witches in the graveyards;
To come alive—as black cats call out their signals to all lost...

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Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh now alive in this famous predestined time
Where dubious shadow shades run a riot as the ghastly ghosts of darkness,
Begin calling to all goblins, ghosts, ghouls, and witches in the graveyards;
To come alive—as black cats call out their signals to all lost...

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Visage of you

Your delicate face
is a layer of a fine silk
which reveals the mystery of the heart

your picturesque eyes
are the most beautiful wellspring
which emit the myriad of shades

your elegant smile
is a soothing sweet fountain
with millions of sweet aromas

let every man to fathom
let every man to...

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My visage of bliss is disappearing
the rampaging world and the bitter harvests of disappointments
threaten to tear down the solitude I have built around myself
they tear at  the very fiber of my soul until,
shredded and flailing in the wind,
I look once again towards you and...

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I cry in longing
For a world I never knew
Woe all ye my lament and dispose of this find
For  the countenance of my tumult is indeed a gorgon to behold,
Woe ye i mourn the death of youth

I who has felt her descent
as wistful longings and...

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He gifted his girl with a doll
he brought home from every trip.
Oh, how the beauty would enthrall!
Always her heart would flop and flip.

A doll so rigid stiff and straight,
she had to have a pedestal
just to support he couture’s weight!
Her fashions were incredible.

Her essence was molded...

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The spectrum of continuum is vast
The celestial mists on it shadow cast
The sublime expanse of imagination is a blast
The crystals reflect the primordial visage of ions past

This force through nonlinearity the very soul will surpass
Standing in its own class
The seal of Saturn is like looking...

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I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
Much I marveled the silent image
My passion is the skill type
Create in me a new beauty
Give my mind God and my hands a speck of your creativity
I discovered the graphics
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
Remembering many,...

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Grow the glow of love on wings of your domestic dove
Satiate and ingratiate appetites of your petite partner
Pour gratitude with the right attitude into pots of gifts from above
Fete your lover with a commitment cover on the visage of Mount Etna. 

Satiate and ingratiate appetites...

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I cast my sheets aside,
twist my body in the dark,
and beyond the window ledge,
looming eyes watch over me.
Green and burning - fiendish?
I know not,
though they seem too great
to be human,
and all else fades away.
Pitch black, yet, still, there is the moon.
I strain my eyes to...

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The stars are hotter than any nuclear device
But their souls are cold as ice
The numbers that describe stars so precise
Are cold like ice

That is not to say their spirit isn’t there
But it is lot easier to visage of fire then visage of ice to stare
The...

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Mortal bonds, the chains of flesh 
Shackle a weary spirit
To a crushing forlorn succession 
Of a failing in the means to find answers 
Any action, bound to be
A fruitless endeavor
Disquieted passerby
One gaze into a jaded pair of hollow eyes
As if viewing through a pair of...

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I have seen you eat, like manna
       as you try to cover your mouth yet you're beautiful
I have seen you sleeping
       and with pure thoughts I pray for God to keep you dreaming
I...

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