Brushed Poems - Poems about Brushed

october brushed by in the midst of an october sunrise bearing splashes of colors beyond description like a thick acrylic paint mixture crimson with cadmium yellow thrown…scattered like seed…by the hand of god morning unfolds like a delicate rose light crawls like aching fingers touching soft lips that moisten the sands, retreating, sliding like...

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Moonlight brushes in softer Angelic glows the face of lovers hidden in the night where welcoming eyes of warm ardor flows embracing beneath the moon's tranquil flight with whispered breath and words Dreams cherish hushed tones harmonize with each touch caressed emotions are rendered drawn from a wish in moonlit shadows when love is confessed fervent breathlessness will turn enchantment enraptures the soul while...

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I brushed my dog Buddy in the driveway today. It looks like someone discarded a feathered mattress He has as much fluffy stiff fur as any sheep I have met the robins will be fighting over it for their nests which is why I did it there instead of in the house...

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Cerulean above Fan brushed with fossil, ash, silver and cloud Zephyr's northwesterly cold Hemlock seeds and broom sage tassels fly November surprises ...

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almost touched. hearts that brushed in passing. lasted looks with drops of rain amassing. memories enhanced twigs of despair grown to passion branched cab, puddle, heel, ankle eyelashes lost in looks that were tossed his way. this day, started differently. heartbeats separated by oceans of city ships all yellow lost, in seas of soulful pain, but two brushed hearts in passing, kissed in the mid-town summer rain...

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Death's specter stalks us all our days Yet near the end it's brushed aside By angels singing, haloed praise... Death's specter stalks us all our days We're lifted up by light's pure rays Triumphant wings to heaven glide... Death's specter stalks us all our days Yet near the end it's brushed aside ...

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spring is murmuring whispering with...tiny little breaths... burnished and brushed hints of hope...irresistible ...optimism subtle ...cagey peaking around the edges of things elfin wisps... playing hide n seek... "catch me if you can"...but only with the corner of your eye! stealthy little darts popped from mystical brown bows blue and white and a softest ever green greys too so they blend with...

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I felt your wings brush across my face When you took me into your loving embrace I sensed your compassion when you touched my hand My pain and sadness you truly did understand I saw the light of hope in your eyes Because with me you did empathize Your voice was music to my ears It relieved...

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You moved over me; tempestuous wind stirring my senses. And I, once the nonchalant sea, lost all flow of normalcy We were two impetuous forms of nature who could never live in perfect harmony. You blew across my tranquil waters spilling such treasures upon my shore. Then your breath was stilled... I felt the force of your presence no more. No moon had...

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I've painted a world lighted by two moons colors carefully blended from my artist's brush blues to soothe the mournful cries of loons soft rose from the cheeks love caused to blush To please a new love is my canvas creation no brush strokes can I use to bring him near but when he arrives our love will be sated as two...

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Remarkbly convincing, its an act of if you can, if you can see threw the air brushing marks of imperfections You can start to notice a common marking almost like a reflection showing only when the attention is brought not saw by untrained eyes the truth is much, deeper than that the air brushing that's just the speakers the amplifier...

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Dim the light of her motel room; quite, as recovery lingers on ¿ Another pain killer, washed back by some power drink with claws.. This cup and butterscotch pudding to numb the flavour in his cigarette While waltzing once more through a two inch box; communique this play ? Pirouetting about her cyber space stage; sheltered from the sunlight;...

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We spread these wings in dreams which fly.... Beyound the ambient hieroglyphic sky; our heritage This coign of vantage; etched her silken starry Night an ancient cavern carnelian hues ? Ancestral Meek as the mink and caribou; banal their mischief-makers Carved a stone this image one million years her matriarch.. Barbaric schemes times kings; confronted by she, mono y mono Exposed...

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Sorting through a life of countless sin; breath beholding its shadows poured.... Pain, falling from regretful eyes as drops in blood; splashed upon those through gray Ashes darkness touched; by these hands that have wiped their tears inside This heart a million times while I, have bowed with my own soul unto the floor?! O wretched man he...

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BRUSHED STROKES ~ ~ ~ ~ sunrise reflects liquid eyes on aqua streams bathing wayfarers dipped in crystal nooks, as grains of ivory sand sift human dreams a corinthian-like scene taken from sacred books splashing brushed strokes with coral strain this...

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