Blear Poems - Poems about Blear

...Coddle my wounds as you once had done So unearthly spirit, do your lips quiver the names of all you had pained hither The wicker of my wallowing moon, do you see, so speak If one had been held fro......

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...Who should console my soul forlorn When traces linger of your grace? When wake I to a des'late morn And left so pining your embrace? With blear of eyes, your visage fades As sleep abandons m......

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...Children are curious so they ask, why? Adults, when flustered, let out a sigh. We often ask why, when loved ones die, and frequently ask why as we cry. Why was I betrayed by my heartthrob? I w......

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...Are you yearning for me, dear? Does our departure kill you too? The environs look so blear, Midst summer, in my eyes, there's dew...! You might not feel it within, There's a blazing fire in me......

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...The waves of anguish touched her feet... Oh!She could not feel the heat,,,, Her emotions reached the pitch of saturation... And she could get the vibe of regression,,,, Thoughts of pessimism anni......

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...Everytime I look at the mirror There are flaws on my skin which are clear All the dark spots on my skin Where people think it is a sin I think I had a beautiful smile But I left it a long w......

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...Am I writing you, dear? I do terribly fear, 'Cause everything I write; Seem, often, very blear, With my own words I fight...! Am I writing you, dear? Within me I do cheer, When I truly bloo......

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...Mottled wings spear the air, a grey flash and splintering. Stream lined heads sharply applied as if the wind itself tore through openings in the sky. The birds circle and swoop, dive and free......

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...That sense of paranoia, Shaking your hands with fear, After the lecturer draws near, Feeling the nerves, your eyes blear, At that time you can't see clear, You're afraid of differing one year. ......

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...One has to be aware of the wandering moon, sometimes still caressing near the bluish noon. Measures of days signified by the queen of night, bowing to deities over wide water shores to all might. ......

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...Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete an......

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...My poem is patterned after John Crowe Ransom's "Blue Girls." I suppose you could call it a parody. His poem appears below mine. Styling in your leggings, wildly designed, Strutting to classes i......

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...up a steep and narrow road reach the tops wilderness reclaims a verge of wintery snags land juts and tilts hauls out lays treeless clumps and hags pitch up stricken soil heap above the mir......

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...A mackerel sky fillets the village then hides it in a breezeless blear. Heads poke out of net drapes sniff and fish behind trawling curtains. Shopkeepers brace for wet dog splatter and spray fr......

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...snowflakes fall silent parents run ragged in hush children sleep on edge bells chime come stroke of midnight three hours past ~ presents wake up # ......

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