Blushed Poems - Poems about Blushed

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Where blushed verses of horizon compose on the amber sky Jubilation resonates from marigold echoes of the sunlit arc Quivering ripples of water-designs, glittering rays of golden spark Beneath darkened canopy of clouded intentions floating by Oblivious to rosy brush-strokes mesmerizing romantic sight And the song of freedom erupting from wings of a lonely flight Where blushed verses of horizon compose...

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i hear the whisper of your voice carried on the quiver of hummingbird wings alluring me into dreams like a lyric adrift on westerly breezes it lulls me to sleep on a sliver of moon within its lambent light shimmering timidly we dance ethereally like shadows entwined through the edges of darkness i can almost feel your lips tenderly pressing against mine as i curl myself in the depths of your...

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Midnight dreams rest tonight as blurred eyes bend in the breeze a tepid breeze bringing hints of hope un-masked in semi-blushed cheeks a simple smile relegating elegance in a soft and pure subtle-side held in reverence of a temulent night it is there in the stroke of your hair your lips graze brazenly upon mine and for a moment we are not alone...

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Love, the voracious blush of wine rosé brushstrokes, coloring heartstrings amidst a peaceful soulfulness. One Liner About Love Contest Sponsor: Silent One...

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Her lips still blushed a youthful favor amidst burnished summer's spirit, scintillating 'tween impetuous kisses whilst naiveté blooms gullible bosoms, embraced afore a chill nature withering budding wildflowers taking precedence o'er accorded doctrines farthermost harmonious freewill ...

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as mid-morning affairs paint me with the passion of dawn's own rise i soar, unveiled in depths, so free as mid-morning affairs paint me colorful are of the hands of he who etches pulse through love's own eyes as mid-morning affairs paint me with the passion of dawn's own rise...

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Rolling fog blankets Earth blushes at sunrise Caressing her skin By Robb A. Kopp...

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