Bioluminescent Poems - Poems about Bioluminescent

...Please someone tell me something different Same old imprint I build worlds inside words And let words be as passive existence Because I am bioluminescence I am my own light, set the stage, let......

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...Sapphyric sunbeams whisper roseate daydreams, Bioluminescent spectrum serenade neon-lit streams.......

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...T i m e stops for no one, as searing seconds swerve through seasonal squalls, thawing frost that sleeps upon the necks of onyx roses, where pain is etched in skeletal sins~ across pruned plumes......

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...I still follow the blinking spells of the rose wine sunsets before surging sandstorms, believing in the euphoric breeze floating across the shivering skyline, echoing vermilion voices, lost i......

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...When my inkless isles become drenched with icy wintergreen embers of apologetic auroras ~ and l i f e loses its lyrics in lilith's labyrinth, this soul orchestrating in origami ri......

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...I walk o u t... I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer dissects my essence-fossil Passion a seismic rupture betwee......

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...I walk along the shores of dead daffodils and daisies, tangled in cursed roses and beach bones, in your absence~ reminiscing redolent sparks of skeletal silence, while my heart aches to be within ......

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...Our earthly realm of wonder and beauty Observing its glory is our living duty The most exquisite sight I have ever seen Was a paradise island I have never been A tiny green dot in the mighty oc......

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...Children of the macrocosmic implosion grow the seeds of bioluminescent oxytocin Symbiotic by design, the prana and the potion That dihydrogen monoxide flow of all word spoken Existential kintsugi......

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... Within a garden, unseen yet so true, A cosmos blooms beneath a mother's hue. Bioluminescent butterflies take flight, As constellations whisper through the night. Here, shifting sands of emoti......

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...Such is the universal language - if music is Love, and if thy deity is indeed Love, then surely the language of that 1, that resides inside, that inner I am, is not The Word, as such, bu......

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...she was a beauty maybe she was a he whatever they were they were gorgeous bioluminescent purple with fluorescent green eyes they enhanced the solid oak tree their colors being almost psyche......

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...My muse is a poetic flower garden, blooming lilacs in barren meadows, but I still remember how I heeded haunting heartbeats in paradise, whilst praying for your lustrous light, to descen......

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...In the middle of the night, when the butterflies dance to the moon's song, I create constellations with the map of my soul, allowing astral lights across feathery skies to guide my ch......

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...Between paper-soft worlds of fragile imaginations, I float upon those gossamer tulips that split every second of saccharine musings and eclipsed confessions, distinguishing all ......

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