Creasing Poems - Poems about Creasing

...If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you; witnessing the last sunset, in the mirror of your pearl-shaped eyes I'd kiss the oysters that cradle them, one last time before it's too late. ......

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...sometimes I feel filthy and dirty Yeah! I must remember I am embellished in His glory Yes even I even I a prodigal son product of The Son not solar Oh so that I am Elohim's My dirt......

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...A virgin wish, coupled with passion-a spray of luck-ambition, can be foundation for sparkling things... a first flight -a newborn cry Gracefully treading nightmares in black finned nights. Turnin......

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...There are wrinkles Now, lines erasing a past Where the fine contours of her face Were drawn, in color Crisp, clean lineages from Time echoing hope, Soothing away the fragments Reality connect......

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...rough coarse, harsh, creasing, wrinkling, crumpling vandal, hooligan, uniformity, evenness, furbishing, steamrolling, ironing creamy......

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... Her hands were forever moving, occupied with work Leaving trails of memories across my heart Whispering hope to my spirit Silencing my worries and fears Lighting the way for serenity T......

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...Steel water in milky mist Ripples creasing the duck’s vee The boat’s horn blaring......

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...I lay awake this night only thinking of you tossing and turning with only you running through my mind, my hand gently touching your face as if it were a cloud created by God. I yearn for my lips to t......

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...I do bitterly fault your restless digits, slatternly time; Your agile dial's design I defy with mutinous rhyme. What's the veiled intent of your lightning procession, Against this snail-mover's b......

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...Every dark road traveled, every pain and loss suffered, etched deep in the face. All the hardships endured bruising the eyes, the grief and heartache down turning the mouth. Giving up on c......

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...let them fall without creasing.fragrant line teardrops one by one they drop if I bottle it up, and they no longer fall I will die a little inside a release of anxiety or maybe what's lost each......

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...Sometimes when I get a little bored, my hands will roam... folding, creasing, creating life from simple pieces of colored paper that, I will turn into dragons or birds. Once, I crea......

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...It happened the first day of Spring: a cuckoo in drag tried to sing; the lambs and the chicks were getting their kicks by b*tching about all 'her' bling. The cuckoo was in for a shock; they p......

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...The Marshutka travels down the jarring road, and just as in life, we are unsure of the hurdles we will encounter along our winding journey. The torn and chalky seat carries each of you,......

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...Bruce A lumbering man, audibly achily, stepped to the floor’s center. Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone. His arms unfurled. His hips spun. His soles, silent as he padded here, th......

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