Drawn Poems - Poems about Drawn

Written: April 09, 2025, ************* I will be faithful and reveal to you the facts, You are mine in life and as soul, subtract. Because when I die, all fables will be seen, Your aesthetic gaze will murder my spleen! If every star dims...

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Drawn towards light, as of instinct Being our quintessence When Self is with God’s pure love inked Dawns soul’s luminescence Plug now energy leak We are he who we seek In heart take a sneak peek Heightens delight Drawn towards light...

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Under the veil of night, death is just a drawn curtain, a dance of shadows that silently glides on walls, we do not collapse all at once, but slowly disperse, like autumn leaves carried by the wind into the unknown, piece by piece, under the merciless cut of time, a river that slowly spills into a sea of deep silence. The...

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Is this what was meant for me… The drawn reflection of a man? Each step taken with the lightest touch, So many they tread a new course. At every bend, a choice was made, Drawing circles and channels upon the land. Choices made, lines in sand, The track lies ahead, not behind. I thought I’d rise, reflection true, With head held high, over the...

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I have drawn the maps of my sorrow, with borders of ochre and ash, rivers of longing winding like silver snakes toward the empty seas of unfulfilled dreams, the valley of abandoned thoughts, a cemetery of withered promises, and the desert of sighs, its sand made of words that shatter like glass under the weight of silence. In the center,...

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Have you ever drawn a tree? I am a cartoonist and a painter. I have tried to draw them. A tree is the most difficult thing in the world to draw. Some artists say that perfect circles are impossible. I think I have cranked some out. They are not as hard to draw As a tree. A painter told me that horses are...

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I am drawn to you. My eyes are drawn to you. Your eyes are drawn to me. Briefly, we sketch each other, sadly, neither of us can draw....

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Strips of being here are drawn all over you, fine lines intertwining with your skin, It is not within the whites of dainty skies to praise who you are, I hope you don't hide the only thing that makes you, you, That unique spark, that fire burning deep within your soul. The black mark curving down to your collarbones...

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Hear ye all, henceforth, Let it be proclaimed, the first five books are synchronously known as The Pentateuch. Leading faiths acclaimed to be Christian and Jewish drawn from stone. Claimed author, by and large, flight stareway to wings and hauls swarthy locked dominion. Greek pente five teuchos book, or crock-clay to bear volume. Congruence brand common. Transcend sanctioned, chosen by the divine, retrieve and...

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My wildest dream Would be me, holding your hand! Becoming the perfect pair, hand in hand Exploring the world and creating memories, That starts with you Wearing a red dress, With a slit, on the left Of your attractive leg... Indeed the hint of your skin Would drive me wild For I wish nothing more, Than a kind gesture of a chance To...

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Brisk breezes tickle the leaves on the trees; while a gnarly old oak tree creaks and heaves. Silhouettes merge as daylight disappears; dewdrops glistening like crystalline tears. A mix of scarlet, saffron, and chiffon; colors a setting sun drawn in crayon. Tangerine clouds as thick as whipping cream; float in the sky like a fantasy dream. A scarlet sun bleeds, tinting the sky...

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suiters were drawn to her she was reflective what was she contemplating? She seemed introspective and preoccupied Women who are pensive are often fascinatingly contradictory men waited for their turn...

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_LIKE KOALA'S Like Dophins, Always sleep with half of your brain, Glowering at nature’s grain, You may be a koala for all fins, For this arduous moments; Will tell in the future’s ornaments. For futurity is transient, And waits for no one, from ancient... Like Koalas, do more of sleeps, But never forget, the river slips, In your purviews; Intensify your reviews_ For your views is an...

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I Was Drawn Like A Moth, .... To A Flame! Victories, Victories, .... Made!...

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Warm blooded creatures, yet as the heat of the day retreats, we crave warmth to cosset our souls. While the moon controls the tides, human flesh being mostly water, becomes ensnared in the heavenly body’s power. Elements of nature, diametrically opposed yet both compel us in equal measure. Fire dances, alive, organic, consuming its prey....

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