Engraves Poems - Poems about Engraves

... tired from crawling no desire to walk - bless me with wings to fly in the midst of melancholic melodies of rain through monotonous tones of charcoal clouds take me to a place where eagles soa......

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...magnetised palms and tingling feet collaborate with our third eye moon and the sun bring forth cool heat toroidal heart lets out a sigh our breath outpost, tip of the nose signals readiness fo......

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... Grace can't grind away the wrinkled gnarls time obeyed, Nor hide the snarls, ploughed as furrows in the brow. It carves the knurls for grip that age has disobeyed, To a shape what decrepit, flai......

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... Her hair dances like the cascading stream, murmuring in the silence of dormant dreams. It’s more than an element of graceful façade, the curls carry a crown of style adornment. The onyx ha......

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...Midtone grey surrounds what’s left of a man’s soul Scenes of biblical abominations troll Inky are the hellish horizons appalled An okay is needed for anything at all Manipulating truth determin......

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...I hate how it always ends up like that. How I get ignored for several hours. And reply within a few seconds. To think that you didn’t care as much as I do. Engraves a sense of solitude in my hear......

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... Ebony hair cascades untamed, swirls in longing squall on your ivory forehead, engraves contours of charisma. Eyes flash sapphire sheen, flutter in yearning air, enshrining design of ......

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...#These_graves Wait! Am I stepping on someone's grave? no one seems to answer, but the bowing of their head down, gives me the actual answer, that's pain forcing their heads down. Where should I step......

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... The ebony hair cascades untamed, swirls in the stream of longing squall on your ivory forehead canvas, engraves the contours of your charisma. The blue sea eyes dance with alluring waves......

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... "The pure heart is a spotless mirror in which images of infinite beauty are reflected" In splendorous devout space of my pristine heart, shimmering in the sanctified radiance of indigo n......

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...That overlooked, we become, Tracks us down, like a hungry wolf, Eventually catching up, devours us, Leaving nothing, but itself. That forgotten, returns, Haunting us, night and day, When leas......

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... Remember watching the clouds breathe, In endless sees of make-believe, Erasing the summer blue, azure in fleeting Moments, silencing the music of birdsong, Softly chortling in rhythms, Hearts......

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...Why dare I task thick clouds on their own turf With smug like immortal engraves my wing; The rain— for my feather to wade and surf like lightning is sweet and thunder but Nerf; I, the pilot and t......

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... on the hour glass track within time I did stroll for long while on the sea shore alone along beach calm ......

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...In the realm where time does spin, Where destinies are shaped within, There is a force we cannot escape. Kismet, the weaver of our fate, shape With threads of gold and silver, it sw......

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