Blanched Poems - Poems about Blanched

... "The Slip-ins" Why should I continue to write these feathery songs, these blanched banjo tomes, these wilting poésies of a lost little life ever circling like a me......

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...I have been floating these days, in between thoughts, in between words. I have been grateful, and sick to my stomach at the unfairness of it all. Constellations strung together by invisib......

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...The wispy withered woman at her wake Was a bent blanched bloom, yet without mistake Her lyric words march to our drumming hearts, To each body, mind and soul love impart. Her memory shines in the......

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... Flood of anonymous agony inundates the debris of hope, weed-webbed wasteland of receding reverie erodes in delirium within turbulent essence, wreckage of life piles up, unl......

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...The shadow in the night beckons. I slowly rise from my warm and cosy bed Only to follow the urge that drives me mad Into spectral half-fledged woodland, That spreads beyond my lonely tower. W......

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...Cinnabar remittance ailerons squall federal cobblestones. Lank alpine squint modest. Nectarine grimace, cloys toothsome. Coiffure chain rod composure anemic, primogeniture Swedish cotton murk optics......

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...I see thee yet, mine eyes on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Thus to mine eyes, o'er th'one half world 'pon the sacred curtained sleep, Seek thou sure and firm, set stepp'd earth nigh summon ......

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...In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. - Excerpt fr......

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...Blanched veils there and above Hold it in stony repose Throughout time's continuum And blustering air flows. Earth granted an ovation - Nodding its magnificence - But bigger still is......

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...Rising I rise to see the rising of our sun, ‘tho only To begin with, a fat quarter of her, For she is in great part hidden, Blocked by a line of trees. She comes… A spark of flame Inchin......

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..." Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing it, isn't it thrilling to imagine a version of the world diff......

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...Growing out of childish pranks, With the storm and stress of turbulent teens, I locked within my mind’s cupboard, A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished. Rough it was, though......

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...After years of aimless wanderings, Leaving behind the cities of midnight revels, And the fevered journey in metro rails, I am back at the land of my people. Wherever I went, under w......

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...Sole say I, What wouldst be the reasoning? Murmurs, her head swerves about, hesitates, nibbles green herbs with care then elevates. Cautious white doe, quaint sight a wandering. Alert nose takes ......

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...Bush: she had a deep black birds nest. Fecund Arabic woman dark peaches for thin lips. White faced, I redden in the sun, a blanched fig, a thirst for dew drops. One night is enough, maybe ......

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