Eavesdrop Poems - Poems about Eavesdrop

...Maybe it starts in this dimly lit room, everything seems crystal clear alone. Take in that serenity and trust it, any time you are unsure? Seek.. ‘Voila!’ Make that moment start to scream, open ......

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... Thy sweetness as thou reign in me The ending hour could not be a concluding note for thy sweetness as thou reign in me The unwholesome world sings along the flight of ecstasy , a longi......

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...Sunday cockcrow nascent promulgate aural essays reveal, laissez-faire luscious lustrous buoyant raptures, radio behemoth prompt to that untamed erudite fantasist, me the one possessing rippled ra......

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... Soap bubbles float through August breeze as children sneak in hushed delight, where fables reel 'neath maple trees to glide away like jewels bright. Now listen...elves and wizards hop thei......

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...I sense you lurking and searching, just hanging in the backdrop. Waiting, anticipating a spiritual eavesdrop. My vision is clear, as I only need my first eye. The other two only serve as confirma......

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.... The likes uv many have entered welcome well c'mon let's unravel he ......

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...I can't believe I thought that. Where did it even come from, oh god I feel like a rat. I mean it just came out of nowhere Waiting by, minding my own business then boom! I swear. Jeez, I hope no o......

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...“A tattered soul isn’t always dark; there’s light within, amidst broken wings. Only a hyacinth heart would see the sun when it rains. ” ~ Quote by Poet I am like tatter......

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...Midnight boom town streets have this allure imagining an uncanny venture eavesdrop veil surround but dark as coal how I love my after hours stroll Secret worlds unfold their impish plot mesm......

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...I am awakened by a whirling sound, I hear that it’s time to go to the past, A door stands before me that is time-bound, It opens and pulls me through very fast. Does time eavesdrop on our conve......

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...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice, while others brazenly squirm, not for stoic diarist this thre......

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...Coz the sea carries a million lost voices, Voices of dreams lost , Voices of love lost . Shun all noice and eavesdrop it's murmurs; And you shall hear a million more, Voices of dreams knitting ,......

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...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they paint sound and city pastel, never at a loss for inspiration, weather neither bar nor barrier, in ......

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...The devil’s dry fields dirt farm, not much yields damn sun one forlorn tree shields Texas battlefields the one recline that appeals low water reveals not done no reprieve day’s sun......

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...It's summer, and sunlight's syrup pours sweet into afternoon. We've come to the bungalow's cemetery to pick over bones of bygone days; touch time's tender skin, lay flowers on childhood's grave. ......

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