Details Poems - Poems about Details

I love a blank canvas how it focuses the eyes. It’s black and white without the usual vestige of messy attention-grabbing details. We’ll color those in later, spending our creative time whitewashing it with the precision of our own nervous perfectionism. We’ll strip away minimalism for cultural resonance and focus the razor attention of ‘couture’ obsession and wider comment. . . Songs for this: Just Exist by Eliza & The...

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It is in the details. Between the things that seemed to matter but never really did, and the things that you overlooked, that crawled quietly into your head and found a home in you. It is in the details. The shadows cast on the ruins of love as the sun goes down. It is the way that her eyes seemed...

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From: Now That She's Alone Story of a Man's Wanting ( the mention to play glissando and to sing aria) Do you know what to say does it make you wanna just walk away seems it's clear to me something more obviously maybe it's all in the song those glaring melodies something for ee I swear it alluded me Villainized by it's potential scammed to be exploited all in the...

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Budding rose with fragrance of spring flowing through the crowded streetleaving a fresh flower scent behind and courage to continue this journey of mine, the fragrance of love surround the street and tears began to flow from dry eyes it was more than twenty years since they lost their lives; the pillars are standing tall...

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Most often she was sisu, and otimistic. He didn't want to understand her confusion it caused him to lack confidence Fickle minded and full of optimism he wanted her to get to the part of her decision making process where she would be full of regret and sorry for not making the deal. Being fair he saw her frustration and knew what she...

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arousing the gist necessary circumstance horniness implied...

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Want the chance to at least try. for my words to be right. And not a blight. So many thoughts on the doings of the world today. Not understanding anything they say. As the world continues to fall apart, So hurts my heart. People living in fear Their enemy lurks near. Who is wrong who is right , That...

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When it comes to poetry and fiction, The last thing a writer should want to be is a liar. Ironically, in his quest for the truth, a writer must frequently lie. Absolute accuracy is not the point in a poetic or fictional landscape. The most important element is that the writer, himself, Like the most convincing actor, believes the lie...

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…Fidgeting fingers Sliding into crevices Redefining new dimensions As Suspense drifts into evidence Ye season is upon us Uncover what’s been absent Lacking substance Corroded with trauma of past tense Acknowledge the struggle Or succumb to a future tragic Laughing I’m an abundance My thunder Lives through my laugh My cries are what makes me humble I may stumble along my...

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Whether literal or proverbial, If you are looking for the devil; Although I can't imagine why you would want to. But if for any reason you may desire to seek an audience with him, there is a place where you are likely to find him. I do not think or suppose that he is hiding, but I am certain that he loves...

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She had a place in London it was near a busy roundabout I think, big apartment, there were cut peonies, asters red ones seems about right. We spent the night together big bed, lots of pillow. In the morning it was raining she lent me her umbrella I never returned it. I must have taken an underground tube, it was rush hour, I had to strap-hang a...

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With every little smile Hides a spectacular ploy How this manipulative grown man Turns into an angelic little boy Every word carefully sourced Constructed to bring him treasure He will stick the knife in Pretending to love in equal measure Its hard to tell the mask Even when it slips he never fails Always something much darker going on The devil is in the details...

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You wonder why me Being with you makes it an adventure floating in the ocean one day wild big waves storm, not knowing what will happen the next day warm calm sunny as nothing happened before Is inspiring a trip to different galaxies so many interests knowledge intelligence not knowing where to begin Is details a walk at the beach while sunset the golden colour...

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What do we have here It's the twenty-four impure hours that precede this exact moment in which we realize that the past day once again had no qualities and it was just and again the amorphous happening of empty facts repeating the constant tonic of the previous countless hours in which our accounting demonstrated that is not only wild but also cruel in the essence of...

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an observant eye ...

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