Beveled Poems - Poems about Beveled

... Written: December 5th, 2023 _________________________________________ Inspiration bursts forth akin to a volcano with kinetic rainbows and gooey agony frothy vorti......Read the rest...

...Vibrant colors everywhere Plush pastels say you care Natural tones always Fair Brightly bitter blackberries show your flare Shades of Gray challenge you to dare Willowy Whispers of yellow warn t......Read the rest...

...stained glass sunrise beveled ideas in orange sky reminder that god has this and me and you He is the ultimate designer......Read the rest...

...oh, my brave brilliance delicate beveled glass self how shall I uplift you? your fragility makes you real people count on this oh, translucent butterfly…. escaping other’s realities to crea......Read the rest...

...The coin lay flat unnoticed atop a garden ledge With weathering its shiny silver became a rustic gray Erosion with time eventually it lost its beveled edge. Years ago, a fair-haired tot searched......Read the rest...

...In the Distance David J Walker The plan was to Scan each picture from the volumes of albums of our 40 plus years past The last effort cast Into shadows Of windows Of beveled gl......Read the rest...

...heaven ... is my prison ... that dreamy, white tangle of percale where your limbs and mine weave sweaty magic - a moon-daubed canvas of pyretic passion, public ... no shut-door, drawn......Read the rest...

...While flying through a cloudy sky, a blank and thoughtless glance Exposed to me this big old house, so brief, and quite by chance. I’d seen enough to know that it was large, and very grand, A pl......Read the rest...

...I held my arms, sleeping, around her breasts, bending, allowing myself to fall, the ghosting, dark wake, the fiery sands burned by a storm of thorn trees, burned by the march of sea and the keys of i......Read the rest...

...i held my arms, sleeping, around her breasts, bending, allowing myself to fall, the ghosting, dark wake, the fiery sands burned by a storm of thorn trees, burned by the march of sea and the keys of i......Read the rest...

...Is it wise to be so open? I mean, a poet, if true to his paper and ink, is there for all to read; My cover well tattered… lots of greasy finger-marks and coffee-stains – some blood – those......Read the rest...

...Truth be told, Wise words used appropriately Given down through the ages Speak of truth, knowledge and wisdom. Just like light shining through Beveled glass reveals the True colors of the prism......Read the rest...

...The Perfect Day I believe I lived the perfect day, the ideal greatest day, A day awash in a sunlit brilliance unseen since the first blink of Eden, A day as buoyant as time standing resolutely......Read the rest...

...Dearest Soul of a Woman, We are not to be confused of wants, of needs, of desire what sits upon the tip of tongue dancing autonomously in the wind but still tethered to a branch ......Read the rest...

...They flitter and flirt. They flutter, and I have to take an extra close look. Are they faeries, brownies, butterflies, bees, dragonflies or what? They are similar in a lot of ways and they all land......Read the rest...