Carven Poems - Poems about Carven

...A golden halo crested jagged peaks, It’s kiss of morning splendour Tasted like a Valley-fruit cocktail; Yellow-orange fire rising over the glass, And, full to the brim, sloshed streaks Down the ......

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...'till time is no more I will glide upon grace granted and measured out to the rhythm of the celestial spheres within the conflux of the creator's peculiar light which cleaves betwixt parti......

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...Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number. I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood, Conniving w......

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...Beneath the August tempo a lovely summer day and a tantalizing breeze of a million flower-sway Green and verdant pastures pushing up so spry touching lofty candors of heaven nigh and nigh ; ......

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...A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze, Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes. Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frot......

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...i see myself in you and its kinda strange coz thats the only time i love myself when im in dire straits ya see i have this diesease sometimes i lie awake and wonder why im a piece of **** with al......

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...Wonder my chair is a flying chair not fleeing as you might think but soaring into greatest heights to sights my soul may drink in words to carry back and ponder on a while to see the ......

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...The old woman sits hunched like a spider, Spinning bitter dreams from the great arm chair, Ivory lace, frayed fine and soiled full foul, Ceaseless inhabitation has shrunken. Hair matted tight a w......

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...Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number. I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze, Of conniving shadows ......

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...There stood an old chest of mine in the attic with empty bottles of wine, covered by the woven nets of spiders and layers of dust and darkness. I unlocked it to reveal the treasure and dusted ......

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...She was fashioned of nothing, wind and whispers, and sighing air, Yet she floated visible and taunting there, Faint phantom with ethereal, wispy hair. And she said, “Come sleep with me” In a vo......

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