Beveled Poems - Poems about Beveled

... Within prismed images I was captured along with twilight as it tinted the sky. We were ensnared during a power struggle at the hour when sunlight wrestled the moon. Neither wanted to vacate th......

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...Beauty Abounds Beauty abounds, and bursts of brilliant sun are born, with the breaking day on this beautiful morn. Beveled bark blooms buds of brightest green bordered with berries and blosso......

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...My mind is stripped of crippling inhibitions It rummages, unfettered with mundane thoughts delving along beveled edges of a distorted mirror as though it sees inside my sutured heart In its scarr......

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

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...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......

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

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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