Escalating Poems - Poems about Escalating

Currently Escalating escapism The lionfoot bathtub is My heavenly grace Head under water Under the ocean water The turquoise jeweled water particles All over me A beautiful dream I don’t want to wake up Don’t pinch me Just leave me be With the soft, white gold sand The endless blue horizon With twilight approaching And dusk coming close on its tails A gorgeous game of tag A slow, silent crackle of thunder Soft...

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"Escalating the Muse" Written on the body passive complacence stretches sharp ink etched pain in the soul then real beauty from the Book of Truth, a page moored in transparent skin ; Black, tattooed ceremonially on the tongue speaks diaphonous Freedom Written on the body stretches stories ripped and tall, they are torn, a small revolution amongst the crowds of alphabet coding in a tight sealed tin akin to a Can...

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Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating fusillade... Galvanized hotheaded idealists (jaded locals - kindled moderates) nursed oppressive proletarian quavering riot spearheading triumphant utopian voice... whether contrived right here and now, or purportedly fragmented remnant occuring during REM sleep beside the point, asper conjuring atypical bent arising within mindscape, sans garden variety *****sapien. he laments instantaneously forgetting intricate webbed tapestry comprising unconscious manifestations nearly every time reluctantly...

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A withered and separated flower lay squashed in bent stature.The wind silently erodes the remaining petals sequentially, with each pulse of the air. A distant nightmare, tangibly manifested, the echoing warning from the past. A trapped piece of newspaper married to a low-lying hedge branch, concealed from notice, dead from purpose. An hourglass society, scuttling around...

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My dreams are obese So I'm holding weight hardworking From morning to evening I do it for the benefit One side right others left So im in the center, alone High in the sky, levitating Hoping that I won't fall, From infant to adult Im tall now! I see the hill The fantasy I envisioned The dream I'm...

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Is it not pleasurable to endorse an escalation of elephants using escalators in the tree lined shopping centre? Is it not welcomed the sight of strong strength upon steel rotations? Variable tusk equals variations of moves and downhill the trumpets often sound somewhat obscured. But obscured is not obsolete and obsolete is neither an octagon...

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