Crayoned Poems - Poems about Crayoned

..."Memory is a treasure, once lost may never again be found" by poet As I clean my closet for the last time, each dress, each coat, I handle tenderly they remind of a life that once was mine when......

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...conscious acts to stimulate impresions surface textures waxed in crayoned creativity......

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...Get out your sponges, stippling brushes and pens, It’s time for makeover-Monday-night to begin. Think Winky Lux, L’Oréal, Urban Decay, Maybelline, Armani and Fabergé It’s a black magic realm wh......

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...September, I welcome your brand new moon, Fun autumn color changes that occur Blessing new seeds to fulfill new fruit soon Falling in love with autumn cool breeze that does stir Sounds of strum......

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...Amongst scribble crayoned clouds and an autumn sun, Honey butter, pure and innocent flow as one. Tiny undistinguished flickering candlelight Losing itself in serenity of the dim sky's sight. Fadi......

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...Growing older is a garden of graces . . . disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places. It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a conveyer belt, where at the end time drops into the slipstr......

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...an editor's lament I'm sick of shitty verses, mine and yours Keep them far outside my office doors In the postal drawer I see eighty-four Surely I will die if I read more. I'm tire......

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...The crayoned rainbow Got swallowed by her sea bed, Sinking deep inside.......

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...What happened to my boisterous boy, beloved keeper of wild bluebell skies? You grew to be an audacious man, An honest extension of......

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...“Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.” ? Dr. Seuss Looking At Life Through Rose Colored Glass and Day......

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...I spin, faster and faster… losing control, I am a propeller rising. Once, you were my mystery to solve, my gift to unwrap - my challenge, my highest vista to climb. You lifted me......

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...she said that yellow didn't suit said she was leavin' me to boot took all her shoes, of most the hues 'n' she left me nothin' but the blues her lighter smiled hues of amethyst, she left the b......

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...The Old Pier (a picture poem) beneath the boundary layer of air and sea twirling vortexes of frenzied waters incessantly corrode the aging pillars below the ravaged tired timbers emit an......

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...True earth crowded with the familiar facial form: chalked on concrete crayoned by children, squirted on birthday cakes, in camera with teeth all whitened, portraited, imitated, formulated. We d......

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...In the center, flesh at her heart red rivers flow, moss feet, soft as wildflower fields grow canyons crayoned stenciled against mist and twilight sky eyes, clouds pass through mount......

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