Blotch Poems - Poems about Blotch

...A pink blotch on her forehead It was left by angels dear Kisses from her benefactors Insuring she’d arrive safely hear Is that a birthmark? Many said Kiss from angels on high, said Fred He was ......

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...Inspired by Christian Schaffer’s YouTube travel videos Rolling fogs and crashing waves Add to memories one saves Kissy breeze upon your face Rumbling vibes, no home base Raindrops on the pan......

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...Living in the sunless cold hutch of till death do us apart, sits a chipping soul. Never had he thought she did be a blotch of many shades. Spitting and pouring scorn on his dreams of a happy home......

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...Blotted blue and green Flying ‘round sunflower’s pot Looking place to blotch......

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...UNCONSCIOUS ART blot splotch  chance blotch......

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...Picture portraits of us together in the placid plantation of peacefulness that is lit with emotionally righteous wit Pleasant sounds fill me up and thrill me…ascends my frown into a smile Going ba......

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...A jubilant smile had she. Publicly sunny, Affable her presence. Pure her uncanny eyes were. Flawless was her name among folks. In murky light a honed skill had she adorned. A shell variega......

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...Torn mind as a book sits unfound once more. Overcast sky blotch caring Sun's warmness, diffuse confidences a dawn's full bliss, consolidates a desolate soul's lore, their brief days of an annular......

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...The memories seem to gradually slip away, His footprints seem to slowly erase, My journey through life's maze, It seems to have clouded my memories of him. Indeed time could rewrite one’s s......

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...My dear incredible pen, you are the pinnacle of writing instruments! Looking refined with your elegant ebony shaft and gold-filagree trim, you are a true technological wonder to behold and a master ......

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...Why do I create? The simple answer involves the complex mystery of creation~ the more knowable answer is, I am lonely...needing something, someone outside of myself to bring back in, to hold c......

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...I do not like the skin I’m in - It’s dotted, dry and wrinkled, Like paper with a reject poem - Once smooth, now sadly crinkled. Each little tap becomes a bruise, A purple blotch, attesting To......

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...With her bright red eyes; yellowish tiny tail-tip, Pale green wings; greenish yellow-glowing mantle strip; This golden Oriole has great tales to tell, Her enchanting feature has great magical spe......

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...Charm the waves, Entail algorithms of templates, Subclass the seasonal stripes, Smash this tasteless flame stitch. A chevron turning into an imperial damask. Intarsia the charming argyle......

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...The sun slipped back his bag and yawned A day for today was gone And into the sea he took a plunge Splashing the sky in colours The stars arrived seconds later They were scattered all across Th......

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