Curating Poems - Poems about Curating

..."The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever." ~ Jacques-Yves Cousteau When Cupid’s wishes surf on the tail of a comet, eventide envelops the tender skyline in st......

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... and we are, but dusk-kissed poems, many moons apart, sequined in stygian sorrow ~ while ultraviolet veins compose an electrified elegy,               for unrequited star......

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...sometimes the fiendish forest burns   delicate   d r e a m s of this forsaken tree, curating chaos from creased clovers amidst wildwood armor of a grounded warrior~      the    ......

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...“we look for that light eternal  that does not come and go  the screen upon which life plays cognised in staid stillness slow” ~ Unseeking Seeker I flow like silk......

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...Seasons have more reasons to celebrate an innovative artist who speaks in colorful dialects— when abstract silence kicks in and suffocates the petals dried and left as bookmarks ......

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...life is an inconsistent choreographer shielded in stainless symphonies composed with erratic patterns curating colors seized from waning sunsets~ interlaced with cosmic......

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...IN MY 16 YEARS.. They always tell you, Comparison is the thief of joy, I miss those years of innocence where it was just me and my favourite toy, I didn't feel the need to look at other peopl......

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...I remember how the rose moon drizzled gold, when stars within your eyes danced, flickering pearls, curating a carnival of dreams untold~ while heavy skies unveiled tuscan truth, that twirls. ......

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... From morning light until 6pm at night, I'm behind the scenes curating delight. With tones that echo on your radio, blending local stories into audio. In the heart of waves, where frequencies......

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... Candied isle presents herself immodestly, exposing a proud seduction of azurity acting. accordingly. Aisles of eye-taffy, watered-marked cast ......

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...I’m singing in colors of champagne sapphire curating mauve rhymes from orchid twilight, as bleached butterflies bloom and soar higher, candles of love rekindle through moonlight. Polychromatic p......

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...THOUGHTS an insidious truth this magnetic attraction an accessible charm engaging  expressions of an inner  construct agonising  so interesting  explicitly embraced yet a paradox  c......

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...Looseleaf thoughts trailed behind me as I moved between moments. Onto the next will little regard for the last. Carelessly discarded attention to detail left a world crafted by outline, but devoid ......

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...The Victorians knew how to keep the odd keepsake, locks of hair, dried blooms, death masks. Flowers and Jewels, all had symbolic meaning. Butterflies and all manner of dead bugs were curated, p......

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...Spaces like Life Your death is no spectacle. It will unfold itself ceremoniously like a soft-sweater worn and discarded because of a snag I walk in a ghetto in the black of night, chunks of asph......

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