Feverish Poems - Poems about Feverish

I always have the stangest dreams when I am sick It's not like I have the choice to pick Tossing and turning with my fever burning I wake feeling like a pile of ick...

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Breathe in and begin, let diminished desires die; Fan feverish flames....

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like tremor of a leaf in gale force wind, that wicked fever coursing through your fingers electrocute my body. your hands give me a wealth of warmth when days are insufferably cold. in winter, I crave your feverish touch. Date written: 06/09/2022...

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He stood in his kayaker surveying the dark amber fog, Creeping towards him, shedding saffron mist around him. Yellow livered, he trembled as tawny chill descended his spine. He peered carefully around; afraid he’d see a lemon shark....

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Anguished Winds, Carried Feverish Cries I rested upon a barren stone slab When winter's breath had frozen me so stiff In my dark abode, all was silently drab Of meadow flowers not even a whiff. Above the tingle of dawn's waking skies Within its aura, a whispering death Anguished winds, carried feverish cries And sorrows begging no pitiful breath. Beloved friends I had...

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POTD 13 March 2019 Welcome! - We are excited to release our very first Visual Video Poem. (I trust you will enjoy the complete production effects and the superb narration by Dorsey Jackson (Deeja) on the video above) I recall the hopelessness that swept when it brought it’s dark decline Icy fingers of apprehension run the length of my...

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Feverish The Hex The root of the melancholy he has not always known, and perhaps, with strangers and with unknown strangeness, he has embraced its love and loved its hateful wounds. He prides the strength resting his bones, the iron-glove that wields power grasped in his haste to taste its honeyed glow, anticipation seeds ever greater destruction as horrific night dreams eat into oblivion. The root of...

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I am very pleased to present a third collaboration with Robert Lindley, an extraordinary poet who inspires and humbles me with his pen. A Collaboration With Robert Lindley 27th October 2018 The root of the melancholy he has not always known, and perhaps, with strangers and with unknown strangeness, he has embraced its love and loved its hateful wounds. He prides the strength resting his...

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===================== The feverish sun stretching out atop the sea sinks, at length, to sleep =====================...

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Busy bees, honey please, fuzzy golden brown seas, displeased feverish breeze. I've tried so hard to keep the bees off the three sheep, but these bees seem to wheeze on by the trees and tease. Gee whiz! Don't they know where there hive is where they share? Don't they care birds in air? Bees full of nectars joy chasing past a young...

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I am Dr. Mario and you bow down to me Look at my convincing skinny body (with green pigment, claws and) This is not a costume, I am so Italian I will give you abortion and (I'll eat your babies at no extra charge!) I am Dr. Mario and I will kill your wives Come to me when you've been...

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Some bug Got snug Got germed (Infirmed) I moan I groan Poor me (Agree?)...

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Do you enjoy Thinking about the day You meet the one you're looking for The prodigious chemistry When your two eyes meet Everything around you seemingly stops existing But only for a moment Except for in your own two minds In that instance Lasts an eternity Or at least you wish that it could A marvelous emotional notion isn't it That in this instant Everything in your life...

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Passionately we kiss. True romance, I scroll, softly kiss the collarbone. Grab my lance! lets dance, on sheets of satin, moan for me in Latin. We both knew this would happen. I feel you yearning, body churning. I'm learning, your hot spots. Burning, feverish, my swager tied in love knots. Palms a little sweaty, bug-eyed by your back-shot.. For months we have been ducking each other, friendly exchanges, flirtatious winks, and booty...

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... mirage shimmering, bluish distance quivering, my soul fevering......

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