Clayed Poems - Poems about Clayed

... Along the tracks of Grandma's quaint backyard, her lavender perfume reminded me of my early teenhood, digging the soil to thresh the roots as I buried seeds through its clayed womb. In this la......

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...I am soaring above canopies of an olive kingdom, singing sagas of untamable freedom, to whistling mistrals, as a choir of tropical rain-forests serenade a wild chorus, my rare perfumed wings unfu......

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...They put their concerns on the large container in the corner it was enough for me to tease their imagations of it's content. It had a music notes on the side and made mention of awareness it ......

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... The rain---sounds like catapults fired on our roof drops like palm kernels---splash on the back cover of our black pots, Stamping the roof like horse galloping on a narrow bridge. I......

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...Ostentatious pirate was known as Jade. On Seven Seas her reputation made. Feet of her crew were flimsy and clayed. Order of day was a fresh escapade. Men were smitten. Plans were swiftly laid. ......

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...green as foliage’s in the sun; Beauties are forever. resplendent as the constellation of stars, Sunshine's are gems, rare; of creatures divinely clayed. hues of gold, scents of tulips. the ......

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...To form me, my God’s hands molding into shape; Forged by fire, by breathing into me; To form me He co created me, With my parents sexual relationship deemed copulate; To form shaped ......

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...Test many people are unaware this relishing the thought Many things have been purchased and bought what is a human a thing Unless my color is my being Been birth and born Shackled dragged a......

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...The night I bed in darkness, The moon I kissed good night, The stars I embraced formally, The sky I waved a thousand hands; The song I sang to the owl of the night But I did nothing to the crue......

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...A tribulation of torment and pain; Lunacy of the mind's deepest recess. A profound hurt no man would ever fain; A heinous cry he would try to suppress. Madness begets temptation ere' we sin; A......

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...He sat among the broken Calabash With a broken red lips weeping. His elephant like muse hidden behind The earthless atmosphere crying like a child. His venom birthed sadness among the sadist, He......

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...Oh! This train so superb So still of lots dreams Many of which we all absorb The state full of huge worries A state to get in unwillingly. To one corner a man wonders The other cage women cry......

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...Comes now the hush of white flowers as borealis crawls into the night, my spirit enfolding light of incandescent earthly bowers... clayed marbles tint the hours dazzling me with budd......

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...flowing, carousing, swirling on libra winds, the tips of floral thumbs spiral down into autumn’s pewter bowl caressing lips of leaves more temperate in shades of october’s fading yel......

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