Autumn Poetrix
Autumn time starting
dry leaves floating
equal to, flying carpets
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Categories:
carpets, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Light Verse
Carpets Cant Fly
Carpets Can't Fly
i gave you what i didn't have, so i guess that's a negative
i loved you with love i didn't acquire, so i guess that's why you hate me
NO! YOU! i laid the foundation for which i hoped we built upon
NO! YOU! i boosted your confidence when seen your self-esteem
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Categories:
carpets, anger, betrayal, break up,
Form: Free verse
Carpets Versus Ledges Versus Houses
Carpet spoke. "It is only Tuesday and already I am covered in pieces and all that straw and occasional crisp. I have no mouth. I cannot possibly devour it. Where are my friends the hoovering Harriet and the Belinda broomstick? Where is Derek dustpan? I feel quite abandoned really. And I shall start to rise
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Categories:
carpets, august, autumn,
Form: I do not know?
The Combustion of Clapping Custard Covers Carpets
A fragrant vagrant isn't a bad thing it is wise to fill a dolly bag with silver coins. Drooping dressing doopy doggy draperies draped. Cabal cable carnage. How not so idyllic. And a two ton carriage of bees could never really do the twisting dance at a disco. Such is the heavyweight marathon. Stomp swim.
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Categories:
carpets, age,
Form: I do not know?
Blood Soaked Carpets
Red,
It pierces your soul
diminishing your will
“It wasn't your fault”
it cycles your head with no end
The guilt,
chewing at your ankles
taking bits of sanity at a time
If you ignore it it’ll go away right?
You think denial is your minds cure
but it is the opposite
It’s the supplier to your madness
Days past
the thoughts get louder
it’s the essence of evil
you
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Categories:
carpets, dark, miss you, passion,
Form: Free verse
Categories:
carpets, peace,
Form: Free verse
A Child of Three Her Blood Soaked Carpets
Tis been over a decade now
Although it seems as that a lifetime
Since passing aneath this bridge...
Beyound the night; these words entering
Into my mind twas twilight: having then for a couple of years
Started carrying these little notebooks everywhere we went
Pouring atop pages scribbling in colours while exercising life's plight
Kiss the sun first day of winter chasing
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Categories:
carpets, baby, love,
Form: I do not know?
'magic Carpets Are Real'
I went for a walk and there,
at the side of the road was a carpet;
looking old, unique and interesting,
I picked it up and carried it home.
I laid it out on the floor,
it was worn, tattered and forlorn;
yet, it held a certain beauty to me,
so I spent several hours cleaning it.
My Pearl Kitty sauntered into
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Categories:
carpets, fantasy,
Form: Narrative