Bristling Poems - Poems about Bristling

...Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis, high bred poiet?s of mine ("Thus always I cause the death of tyrants.”) the purported line Brutus uttered after assassinating Julius Caesar. Alte......

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...{"I have launched myself through the fields that descend towards an endless rampage, Of my soul, We draw ourselves into it hand in hand, We ignore the flames igniting in its pedestal, the darkn......

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...Appears - eyes alight Freezes - bristling orange Leaves - sleek and silent......

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... Shaking her wet ears, uncertain How her purpose may be best served Stagger concealed in immersion Shown the pasture that she deserved Frolicking safely within a flock ......

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...Lost Love (A lone voice whispers) Once lost In love's asylum Overcome by guilt As I sat serving unseen emotional titans In every second, Sat in silence Feeling numb and Bri......

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...GREEN MEANING As I walk deep into the forest of poetic lines There’s signs of pretension and misplaced pride Pushing aside branches that are hanging low Each row of leaves like bristling green ......

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...Growing my hair down below my knees... stimulated courtesy follicles, where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed, Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils allowed, enabled, and provided head start germinating pe......

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... I have an inkling My writing is winking At me behind my back Or maybe its just blinking, Mindlessly thinking While wrinkling up My tiny universe By tinkering And intermingling The real a......

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... He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever......

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...Thousands of tall evergreen trees Bristling in the coldest winter wind.......

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...Before the sun's pieces, Shine on brim's, coffee mug; And with my prepping airs— It's all jeopardy to Roll frost in bed somewhere. Before the sun's pieces, Rain in a golden chain. I pine at......

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...Close up is when you see the cracks, the lines etched, scratched onto canvas. An oil painting that survived a fire. Close up is when you see the ash loosen, drift away in a breeze. Smoke. Som......

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...Moonlight shivers On my cold, rattling pane to wake Me from my own sleep's winter. The condolences in this season's life— She's someone else in bristling glow; To draw me out, she takes her ti......

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...Never have I Yet or still before Or long since will be met With such a feeling Of utter fulfillment and blessed content To the point it repaired my broken heart As when I felt y......

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...And there, painted and playing in sweetest frame is the timeless province. There, suspended by the arches of axiom, with sputtering brushes of wielded coherent structure. I drown upon speari......

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