Chalices Poems - Poems about Chalices

...Here rests the realm of the thorn-tongued truth ~ a mortal mirage of doomed pentacles, where forks and kettles speak the language of witchery, the dialects of the diabolical, listening as ......

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...“since thoughts speak in past tenses, drop mind, rely on senses, embracing and releasing, pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” ~ Unseeking Seeker The sun w a n e s ......

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...L i f e I sense your perplexed pulse within pirouetting pearls, steeped in sinister streaks, while fading sparks of dulcet stars swing from threads of darkness on the verge of vertigo, living......

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...I s t r e t c h my arms, caressing collapsed dreams, l o s t within the debris of darkness, rising from the volcanic vortex, drifting with scorching fragments resembling a love turned ......

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...but to seize the gold of your splintered sun, must I m o v e dreams across tables of trickery placed with forks of forgery and chalices of deceit c r a ......

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...I dream in the golden glow of a sakura orchid nestled between blooming browns~ as saffron streaks of sunsets spill syllables of l o v e and trust, scented with sugared crystals, emittin......

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...Good Christmases never come with chipped teacups. Good Christmases don't kick, bite, ......

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...I am a poet I sprinkle hearts With verses, flowers Rhymes and kisses In front of this mute Beauty Which moves away And that I ogle Oh! Woman Madam God has opened up the Heaven To meet and ......

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...WHEN RELIGION BECOMES YOUR OPIUM When religion becomes your opium you slip into icy pre-dawn to mosque then lie in fever flu at dusk as bilal calls again for you to stumble towards bec......

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... I guess I’ll cry~ a million origami stars, watch them form an endless sea of unwritten poems, of how, once upon a sunrise, you broke my igloo heart, left me bleeding rustic......

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... susurrus songs surround dragonfly dances flowering fields with passionate petal prances glowing with sanguine opulence as we glimpse glances we capture them in conversation composing ......

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... "Cocoon" They say... a New World traces over the old, leaving the unaware, erased, far behind the old unaware, left far behind, crawls the walls in its web of ......

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...In halls of time threaded upon the spindle of lingering thought, Youth sheds at dawn like dew entwined on strawberries, Weaving a veil of dreams and hopes, the storm is but a hushed song, The grea......

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...Sometimes, we expect the sun to rise and smile, through hazy hellish clouds carrying vindictive verdicts of venomous vultures, surmising hues of ink to pierce through pores of this bl......

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...“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson Tonight the moon sanctioned her golden halo to unfurl butterfly......

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