Finely Poems - Poems about Finely

...Subtle it's subversion it just catches the eye. Can't tell which diversions really the greater lie. Take caution it's pervasive yet it goes undetected. Subconsciously persuasive now your mind is i......Read the rest...

... Quote: Bring forth the music dear lover of soul, she's waiting for a drop A Conducter's baton fills the air with caresses of passion and zest as a black patent leather shoe taps gently on a......Read the rest...

...In the abyss of a heavy silence, I feel like an anchor weighing down dreams, And the world seems an atlas that no longer knows how to bend me towards heights. I call tenderly for shadows that can p......Read the rest...

...on a rearing steed Sir Rowelph rode and rode, he rode through snorting nose of thunderous fan, his stallion galloping, charging, claiming land to the rhythm of a drummer’s hand down silt and du......Read the rest...

...In a corner of my room, where shadows dance so shy, Lived a tiny little fly, beneath the crescent moon's eye. Not a creature of grandeur or a beast of fright, But a simple being, basking in the tw......Read the rest...

...In the secret garden of memory, where echoes of silence ceaselessly blossom, I chain my breath to the roots of the heart, now desolate, now unveiled. Moon flowers arise from the depths of the thirs......Read the rest...

...On wings of the sun, dreams melt into the horizon, With hearts that at night hide, binding snares for the stars. Smiles that keep the shade sharpen their fangs in silence, Phantoms dance among bra......Read the rest...

... Written: March 12, 2024 For Constance La france Contest N/A in Contest: No 1294 Rumi Quote: "The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow ......Read the rest...

... He shed the Last Drop For Me When the story is finely written And the speckled bird, about to fly When the counter has made his final count And the Spirit has tried his last try When the boo......Read the rest...

...Strangled into the ropes of death An undeserving figure took the role finely Tears were my favorite pal Scribbling manifested my parallel reality Overthrowing seemed an eminent long journey Warm......Read the rest...

...I beg pardon, I'll try again, to gather From your verse the voice, to align it with my own song, May words flow in a magic pulse, under the clear moonlight, Swaying in metaphor and dream, until I ......Read the rest...

...In the misty realm of being, where thought finds rest, There lies an ancient corridor winding with longing, Concealing at its end the door to an unexplored, mystical room, Upon whose walls echo th......Read the rest...

...In a world of modern verse, I stand, An old-fashioned poet, rhymes in hand. I savour the dance of words on a page, Where rhythm and meter command the stage. Each stanza unfurls, and tales are t......Read the rest...

...The door; now shut, welkin turns some lights on; others out An open window lets in all the sounds that night's shout Tucked in a quiet place; I find myself the most at home Sucked into a c......Read the rest...

... Inhales prosaic air muse probes breeze Filtering depth as image melees Drum snares the heart beating out dull pain Osmosing spores form finely tuned rain Patters tap source concept i......Read the rest...