Draped Poems - Poems about Draped

Wrap me in dreams, like a canvas of stars draped over my soul, When the rain weaves its silver silk on windows like a veil of silence, The cold gathers us like birds under the same sky, caressed by memories, The sun, a weary painter, lays slanting rays on the terraces of our dreams. Let dreams carry me through...

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I call it a palace - my life - gilded and draped in fine silks, where chandeliers shine like false smiles, And the walls echo laughter that isn't mine, but beneath the velvet curtains lies the bruise of silence, a scream stitched with silver thread. The hand that feeds wears rings - daggers with diamond tips hidden...

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yellow, crimson and red gold all around me! wrapped in frenzied emotions fervently I see Autumn has arrived,...

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Often winter is very harsh and cold, and yet its frozen trees are draped in white snow and that's charming and exciting; look for the blooming snow flowers towards morning. Other seasons echo with mellow sounds, many are the songbirds that create harmony; in winter we may see a raven with frosted wings, he won't make it and will probably die of...

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On the wings of winter the northern winds depart, their harsh whisper the frost-fastened barren boughs hear… wait, you’ll listen to the sweet music soon, don’t fall apart, the serenading southern breeze will caress you, you’ll endear. The misty mask melts away, turning the sky cobalt clear… the ambrosia of spring descends, drizzling in diaphanous air, gossamer clouds clad...

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Ah,rebellious spirit wanting space With my finger on the map I paced I climbed Helvellyn, fell off Striding Edge Spent a lifetime hanging off a ledge Meanwhile our kind teacher twittered on Thomas Hardy, Hopkins., we were numb She never mentioned she saw my escape How the nuns hurt me, the cruel rape I slipped on High White Stones...

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Draped across the mountain range A damp silver blanket Remnants of last night's thunder storm This morn's greatest asset Miles swiftly pass on by, and time In rear view mirror flies Never to be seen again In a second it dies Fleeting moments of our lives pass Captured only in thoughts Stored in full color, choreographed By best Master sought Time runs through the last hour...

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I wore fear like a winding sheet, leaving behind trails of dead dreams I held hope in my hands and weeping, it slid through my fingers evaporating to naught I undulated to music praying for redemption within the passage, I was left bereft, still, taciturn but by relinquishing velleity into the firmament, and smashing my glass heart for...

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I should have draped you with my soul!   I should have proved my heart is eternally yours!...

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"Draped in Moondust" fragrant flowers fade 'neath starry moonlight was love as fragile? *For Richard Lamoureux's Questionku Contest. *Dec. 1, 2012. ...

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Life's memories are gathered like bright diamonds draped on delicate shrine No one else can take this template in your mind Memories real gems of history to claim or leave behind No need to grasp too tightly securely they will be Found on the wings of silence where our souls prefer to be For rest is what is needed to wave the past goodbye Raise gentle...

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Locks of black draped long Stockings torn scattered thong Excited to pert pouting lips Boots licked, slicked Peachy skin tasted neat Kissed to caress sweet treat Glazed eyes in lusting cry Tattooed temptress, undressed Sweated runs cascading love Shapes of thee in welcome glove In writhing motion natures ocean Lusting waves, crave Passionate moans echoes groan Loving two in wanting roam Fetish filled fuelled now spent Strangers lust, never repents http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-19.php...

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It was coming up, the politics like dirty sex in tall Parthenium grass. The panther was hiding on a steppingstone watching the hot, field hockey played with skulls of peers. Mauled, the peach skin was entertaining sunlight in the metaphoric village. Prisoners of false ceilings, we sing the anthem with the crowd of wolves. Satish Verma...

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Alex, only 3-yrs. old; insisted I take her out in the blinding blizzard! She knew which neighbors had candy! Snow drifts were swirling over 3-ft. by now! I told her "Alexandra, if you'll put a snowsuit over your costume, i'll take you down to the corner and back, but I'll have to carry you!" Time began shifting in tremulous...

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Winter,Oh Beautiful Winter lay your white blanket over me as I may huddle in it's warmth as I may Caress the whiteness with my tips and catch the snowflakes with my lips A wonderland of Velvet satin carrying its wind of pain through my soul. destroying my body with frostbite and achieving its goal....

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