Countenance Poems - Poems about Countenance

You have nerves of steel, like everyone wants. I admire your casual nonchalance. A falling piano could not erase the serene countenance on your face....

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earth turned bald. skyscrapers loom bold. waste hideously piled. toxins profusely spilled. nature cruelly defiled. we stand greatly appalled! April. 4. 2023 Bite Size Poem.No.61. Poetry Contest Sponsor- Line Gauthier...

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COUNTENANCE attention  to detail with the passion of subtle expression  the stark instinct blurring reality in the    indistinct recognition so restrictive demonstates an identical  purpose to overwhelm in  relief...

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inside outside...

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Madness and make-up! What am I seeing? Is that really a face? A vision? Yes, one of those? It's strange here in the shower. What seemed to be a countenance looked in at me. But was that a vision, merely a repeat - a repeat of my madness? Do I see a knife in that hand, held by that figure, a strange and frightening thing? Am...

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Our countenance, mirroring heart vibrant Elixirous in the bliss joy current Outer form, reflecting our radiance In sync with subtle voice of our conscience Mindful eye, to each nuance sentient Nestled thus, in our native element Love alone according our acts consent Mind body reveals, inner innocence Our countenance Devoid of narrow ego sediment Breezing through life, in...

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After about fifty years as married wife the last three fraught with strife obvious telltale signs of terminal illness rife hysterectomy irrevocably didst jackknife at the least severely incapacitated think pitted, riddled, and rounced her tortured life. Ovarian cancer affliction on par with megadeath bald pate (color of bleached skull), and crossbones characterized mortal death oxygen tank to sustain each measured breath. Nonetheless her angry spirited accursed ferocity,...

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Behold my countenance*: indeed a transparent canvas ready to project heart’s kaleidoscopic iridescence… Hence, with blessed decades of life exposure it is not reluctant to expose soul’s woes never concealing irksome warts along struggles to remain calm and dignified but verily impossible; moreover, those peering wrinkles with assertive frowning marks expose human nature’s response to frustration-caused despair and distress attacks; then the blemishes lurk behind weariness...

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To look upon your countenance is all that I desire To sit with you and hold your hand by this red winter fire But you are now so far away,I do not recognise Those features dear to me and your deep blue eyes. You had a merry cheerful soul and loved all your friends You may have loved...

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Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance, the impossible dream with lance in hand. Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance. Knight, Don Quixote, rose in allegiance The man from La Mancha, felt in demand Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance. His squire Sancho Panza, flaunted the stance From old Rocinante, slain windmills at hand. Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of...

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An Angel of fierce countenance guards the Western gate wings aflame in the dying sun Eyes like the end of time. Raiment the color of a thousand sunsets....

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Ready to be broken she pulls away so gently. A word not spoken, for they knew it had to be. Drizzling rain coming down, making hardly a sound. Forest scents fill the air, like tantalizing incense, potent and alluring, beckoning my call to thee. But this is not to be, heavy breathing no more, tender hearts broken....

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