Eves Poems - Poems about Eves

"Magdalenes and Eves" Pin the tale on the donkey there’s something in the way She moves a harlot by any other name, pages of Magdalenes and Eves the ruin of every good world of righteous man opened doors and gates to new universal territories before and always will and freedom was still kept tight before the flood birthed doves...

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Reginald Grenville Eves trained at the Slade as a portraitist his living made Famous faces..Hardy,Shacklet&Beerbohm long before any internet zoom...

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Morning comes shuns the light: The solar sun shines ever bright; Those the clouds wash away; Brightness turns yellow hues to gray; ~ Evening comes tonight; Moon shines smiles bright; Grinning through the darkness: Blackens embraces Saturn kiss; 8/16/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2021...

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IN AUTUMN’S EVES With closed eyes in Autumn’s eves of gold My muse flows with glory of auburn Autumn. I feel mild Autumn zephyr to murmur. In my eager arms I wish you to hold. ...

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*When with closed eyes, in autumn’s eves of gold, I lie back on soft grass and feel the sky's remaining warmth that emanates from sun, I think of all the beauty to unfold. I open up my eyes. The sun has rolled down in the sky. Now streaks of pink appear which darken to a deep and purple hue, for Mother Nature...

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When With Closed Eyes In Autumn's Eves Of Gold HARK, when with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold, A wink ere throws saffron sparks straight together, When August incandesce ransomed stretched oft hold, Petals smoothly turned like some noiseless feather, The moment spent on pleats of these gown pauses, To combine some proposed begged renown causes, Here spread all sad chapters...

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lips of red July blossom through our sultry eves to pale come autumn...

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A crescendo of anticipation The thrill ...

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Maelstrom, O thou devil Slither past last March then unto April Into the eves and ides of May Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try To disguise thy age old blackness Forsake what once were brighter skies Stranglehold; sane extraction And the spills of night A new tone deafness Burning oil; sentiment molasses Bringing storms that cloud minds human and fragile Spheres...

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