Cypresses Poems - Poems about Cypresses

... Without a skeleton of ash, there would be nothing - a charcoal outline, cheating the mortal coil beneath the colour. Creativity and visions carry us, just proud of the knowledge of our bo......

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...Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country, With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree. Pretty Edna was twelve years old, ......

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...In sunlit fields where olive trees grow, Vincent wandered, mind aglow. The blue of skies, a restless sea, Matched the turmoil he longed to free. The cypresses stood tall and proud, Dark green ......

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...A melancholy moon shone upon the earth. Shadows lingered upon rows of tombstones. I searched for solace in the vast cemetery But alas, I found none to heal my wounds. Days had passed with echoe......

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...Crepuscular rays filtered through the trees: Tall black cypresses around a dark shrine, Evening grim bells toll as I feel the freeze, Conscious the tomb covered with rambling vine, While nocturna......

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...The name Scot denoting a man, combined with terra. Translated; Scotland.! a masculine descriptive will it be Banned.? By the idiocracy; with a non-descriptive..? Dystopian' most bland..The most di......

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...Note: This poem is the twin poem for "She Speaks for the Dead." This one is in the mockingbird's perspective. I perch upon the locked gate, awaiting the deepest hour of night. My abode is ......

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...The Met* has an exhibit, Cypress paintings by Van Gogh. We joined the crowds and went to see This most amazing show. Like all the other patrons, We snapped photos on our phones, Except for on......

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...a drawbridge is seen a yellow carriage ground grass so very green sky and water blue in a frame of gold decorate the scene as if in a dream a starry night cypresses over a field of corn ......

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...menthol cigarettes / messy journals / propane torches / unfinished poems / broken promises / black bandana / clock rings / thrift shops / candle wax / stolen books / peach nehi / ......

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...You can’t lie To a sweet lyre bird, You can’t lie At a small primrose, Nor to a young Clarisse, No one will lie, Or a lying cat, You can’t lie to me, You can’t lie to me, To a white ro......

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...and what's new in that... the resolved issues are useless... just like the brittle texture of the skin and the old flesh beneath it... only a long yawn succeeds this sort of inevitable self-disappoin......

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...effervescent swirling clouds in turquoise summer skies float like flocks of fair sheeps in far away exuberant fields beneath are cyclopean cypresses touching celestial bosom in deep periwinkl......

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...Its dark,,thoughts deep dipped Taking a stroll but I wanna ride To go so far that my feets tire To do it so fast that my thighs burn up All the more my butt builds Excruciating lashing wind I ......

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...A drawbridge,a yellow carriage ground a glaring orange,grass so very green,sky and water blue in a frame of gold.Peach,plum and apricot the orchard passion cannot last.As if in a dream the a starry ......

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