Fibres Poems - Poems about Fibres

...Irkish the feeling impels Impulsive of it's own action. Disfigurely quenching, And on it's feet it commands A riot so clenching Flinching the heart's Utmost fibres none can comprehend. "Xeno" ......

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... Oh poetry, why do you not feel me. I was once your poetic percolate, the assonance to your consonance, spilling in silver ink, upon Earth's raw fibres, but in your quest for perfection, wa......

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... chaos is always controlled with a beginning middle and end afterwards analysis will identify trends our brains redundant there's little point in thinking ......

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... In times of petulance, fate is persecuted in a silent storm. Through troublesome chapters, where words remain unspoken, sacred scriptures become mindless memoirs. Shades of black discol......

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...Blood Puddles Blood puddles appear regularly on the floor of the spare room. They can talk. They have an eagerness of vision or thoughts. Because they possess an improved than I skill ......

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... Shaking her wet ears, uncertain How her purpose may be best served Stagger concealed in immersion Shown the pasture that she deserved Frolicking safely within a flock ......

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..."Although I'm familiar with the art of poetry, no one has inspired my muse to inscribe my own journal. - so I placed my soul in her hands." Silent One I used to be a journal, daily dips of in......

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...I fell in love, broken wings of my fearful days, watched as they fade away with every passing day, everyday a new flower blossoming in my long deserted heart. Bow my head, heaven waves to my present,......

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...Curling swirling tenderly To grasp and gasp and breathe the light of life back into me Touch the skies with vines so like the fibres of an inter-mingling woven tapestry Dazzles my eyes as I look a......

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...How Ever More do I Love Thee? How ever more do I love thee? Everyday walks with quip to fit, As time tiptoes around the glee, The birds flap with glue in grit. Wherefrom is the measure of ......

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...A land mine silently lays dormant concealed on the ground When suddenly, hysteria screams EMANATE from all around. A boy innocently was playing is SWIRLING through the air He had triggered that mi......

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...PAIN AND LONGING Reluctant wood lay marbled down His spine as His passion extracted His strength in diamond drops daggered my hip pain a micro misplay of that which nailed His truth :......

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...I was born through the whispered wish of angel purple clouds draped my newborn sky I tasted dreams in chocolate ice-cream swirls the tender embrace of bruised knees and flushed cheeks gui......

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...I'm a compulsive truth teller wanting to capture the very moment I lived or the moments I nearly held my breath too long and as I battle with the anguish of existence I watch wondering wha......

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... When words like seeds remain uncultivated, in somber silence the poet within me dies. In the misery of my perishing poetic oasis, petal like poems refuse to infuse idealistic pigments. But with......

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