Daubing Poems - Poems about Daubing

... I blundered … through the dark forest - I knew where I was headed though I’d lost the trail many hours hence but darkness had now fallen and my face and arms were etched red from my many st......

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... * This has become a fave genre for me, as I’ve always been fascinated by metamorphosis and introspection of a shadowy nature … I hope you enjoy it. * ~ ruin of me … what was......

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... “kiss me” you whisper softly then blush … at least it SEEMS so cheeks of a subtle crimson glow you - reclining on white the yawning waffle-weave towel spread on cooling sand your tawny ha......

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...Spring shifts a bright sky into streaks of gray, in it's own unpredictable way. The daffodils are weakening storm damaged, they struggle to blow their leaky yellow trumpets. Warm days still......

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...Today I again Took shower in the rain Sitting far alone Throwing up the stone None was all around Except I and heavy rain sound Lost in my thought Missing her a lot, No any doubt I always us......

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...Watcher ... he wandered the upper moorland mists - the highest fells of Scottish countryside - wrapped in robes of wan, wispy light … aglow like the full of the moon, and aback a white Arabia......

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...Balmy january fifth two thousand twenty three pardon moi as I self plagiarize with slight modifications cuz following words written at least an Earth's orbit ago exhibits pearls of jocularity.......

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...Music, Oh mysterious sprite! Lift me to the seamless realms of delight. Your ubiquitous presence I feel; In the hum of crickets, in the silence of the stars, In the falling cataracts......

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...Music, Oh mysterious sprite! Lift us to the seamless realms of delight Your ubiquitous presence we feel; In the hum of crickets In the silence of the stars In the falling cataracts ......

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...Nobody here delivered to be deaf And introvert of his stools Life is the bunch of roses Fruitful to smells and holds for precious Letting any motion mining marigolds Of their flowers fairy bloss......

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...HOLY GLORIOUS TO THE HIGHEST PRAISE HAIL HALLELUJAH Much I marveled The spiritual doxology The sacred sobbing Holy! Glorious I rejoiced I, Yes We Holy-Holy HOLY GLORIOUS TO THE H......

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...Wink at me, shimmered vixen ... dawn waits to warm your feet, and tickle your toes! Tell me, true, your tale ... an age spent twinkling - daubing night with your kiss ... twili......

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...mud daubing swallow nesting on ceiling fan blade.... electrical switch baby swallows hatch hatchlings' downy feathers soft.... kitchen window soiled ......

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...Ocean view ... yawning azure wakes and smiles, the lemon drop sun daubing sprites on wave tops - Where they dance and twirl like polished diamonds, spilling fr......

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...I ran than jumped high into the upper atmosphere like a young frisky buck naked and bare no matter weight of world and personal woes oppressive, yours truly shrugged, (she loves you yea... y......

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