Diphthong Poems - Poems about Diphthong

...You came and perceived, driving through every life tussle, in the hustle of frowns, smiles and laughter, conquering everyday tasks in your unique way! The poet in me acclaims and writes this po......

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...Home Songs Love and nature 92 Period of composition (Bangla): Nineteenth Vadra, 1346 Period of composition (After Christ) September 5, 1939 Place of composition: Shantiniketan Again and......

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... I, eye, with my little spy, the colors of the abacus. The woolen pattern and bobbling often for a poncho, a season They were giggling throughout my first semester Got a little bit dim in the n......

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... In the meta-versed binaural wish song beats, skid row streets of the bottomless pits of Metropolis/ Thebes, you are quardoned off and printed in a likeness wronged-vaped, winged to the w......

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...Loves me, Loves me not? Loves me, Loves me not? Plucking petals is biased, as most flowers have 5 petals! Counting the fingers and toes of a poet, is ever so biased as well! My dear, do you pluc......

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...another Bukowski nightmare begins the castrato sings below while she calls from the minaret fossicking thru the memories for our linked verse while i, sitting beneath the coolabah river on the......

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...People are people —and a fool is but a fool (Dreamsleep: March, 2022)......

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...Ambling along, in thought rested silence Mantra Aum, the esoteric diphthong Cognised in void by inner sentience The sound of one hand clapping, our swan-song No doer choosing between right and......

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...Linguist at a beach dropping participle pants revealing diphthong......

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...Diphthong you fake, you charlatan. 'ph' and 'th' be not vowels! What strange bed fellows in ensemble A Greek tongue twister to boot! But I love you, all the same. Lovely sound, Love at first ......

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...I bent over to touch my toes and the ground tore open like a backbone. I tried to feed myself the sky; to splice my tearducts into the universe so that, when the pavement cr......

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