Calligraphic Poems - Poems about Calligraphic

... “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” ~William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act V, Scene I I weep by a stardust shore......

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...L o v e, a withering star ~ awakened amidst silence that swirls through the night sky like fairy lights, i l l u m i n a t i n g the maze of midnight with kaleidoscopic traces of what once......

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... Dear poetry soup family, today is a very special day as we celebrate the birthday of a new year star ~ my lovely, Ink Empress. She is one of the kindest, compassionate and purest soul I've met in......

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...When my inkless isles become drenched with icy wintergreen embers of apologetic auroras ~ and l i f e loses its lyrics in lilith's labyrinth, this soul orchestrating in origami ri......

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...“If, to speak my truths, I bleed these syllables, let the wind ferry them to a moon-kissed shore, for I am a caged rose dreaming in deafening darkness” Quote by Poet I......

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...Dear eloquent weaver of woes and throes, When the last pewter petal of weary winter falls as piercing prose, placing star-kissed tulips between our poignant poems, rewritten with ef......

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...calligraphic cycles in phased personage gestures within a trance emptiness calm austere alternating nervousness in dynamic reactions ......

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...global village voice - a dialect of babel mene tekel peres - calligraphic prescience. the poetry slam - pen viva voce ......

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...If my heart were a rose garden I would pick one satin rose everyday, for my ravishing ruby beloved, whose heart beats in delicate violets, whose gaze sings me lavender lullabies, whose touch I ......

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...I was cursed with ink intoxicating blank canvases with toxic scribbles, releasing twisted tales of suppressed troubles. I was a forsaken ebony rose in satan's grasp, kneeling on ungod......

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...When you are an agonizing echo from a benevolent voice, life exhales in mahogany haze, spreading across the lachrymose meadows as scarred rivulets of sandalwood scents, where ceram......

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...Her persona is like a portrait of picturesque perfection, embalmed in bittersweet lavender, unseen within depths of tributaries of elixir. If only they knew the chaos that flows, ......

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... I'm an enlightened equinox, strolling in faded universe, dreaming poetry in susurrus serenades of rustling ruby-leaves which whisper cool beamish hues to my autumnal- quartz hear......

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...She's untouched fruit from forbidden orchards barren and wrinkled with fragmented twigs, whirling to the beat of melancholic musings of black-winged butterflies that croon and reflect the t......

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...The computer era, indeed, has marred you and the pen, A romantic feeling, when I think of you, fills my mind; Will those Calligraphic times, the writers loved, come again? Wherein, a feeling of ha......

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