Calligraphies Poems - Poems about Calligraphies

...L o v e ~ a crippled nightingale b u r n i n g in bronze tears of tornadoes, limping and writhing, screaming for release, but what if I am the mistress of glass-cut dreams, c......

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...I trace bitter trials of another Helios spark~ as a collapsed marionette, barely seeing colors of clarity, between onyx-glazed flames, tangled in the hollow temple carved in mediev......

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...The pen is mightier than the sword The pen is the copyist of every word Just don’t combine “pen is” as a paper headline once did report And it might be mightier because it seeks pleasure and not w......

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...T i m e stops for no one, as searing seconds swerve through seasonal squalls, thawing frost that sleeps upon the necks of onyx roses, where pain is etched in skeletal sins~ across pruned plumes......

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...If stars could see the sun~ slurping the grunglethorp grains from sweat-soaked streams, purging puddles of blurmorgris, you’d hear the phazephonyx symphony of my intestines churning chyme i......

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...life is an inconsistent choreographer shielded in stainless symphonies composed with erratic patterns curating colors seized from waning sunsets~ interlaced with cosmic......

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...I am the cascading radiance, between apricot glows of gloaming, when mauve mists shift, mirroring sage seas of love, I look beyond silvery skies whilst selfless stars sprinkl......

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...When the mirror of life is a gossamer film, veiling v i n t a g e polaroids that reflect inner turmoils, look beyond the electric s p a r k s. T......

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...when skies bleed your sonnets~ every drop of garnet rain rhymes with ethereal initials of your s u n f l o w e r sonatas I remember when ou......

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...Living in a realm where the air seems to be still as stone, invisible, like a ghost of a rose, translucent and frozen in time of ruthless seconds. My heart still keeps pacing to ......

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...Unfurling the matrix of poetry, unfolding it's meaning and nestling it in the womb, the cradle of universal form, breathing in the meaning of words like censors of cinammon, playing upon the musi......

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...Chiromancer Placed inside some wisp of perfections chalice The intonations gather which The tears have shed For gratitude released their happiness I loved you some when in another life W......

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