Fingered Poems - Poems about Fingered

A SILENT SCRIPT OF FINGERED LOVE ( P14) It's at first when we were found, We spoke with eyes, yet not a sound As we televised our minds in sync, We read the print of script below, It voiced words – of love forever, For it not I who did the writing, Neither you had no control, It was...

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Again, death swirls its black finger around the aura of pristine ponds. Now sprouting the stoutest weeds... where sleepy lilies and emerald songs used to breathe. Where souls once rested so naturally. Again, death swirls its black finger. Leaving me slightly paler than a happy life. I'm never quite as fleet as death, (a party balloon popped by a dying cigarette... the...

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Canny remember this Lass's name, but fur the poem's sake let's assume she's Jane. 'Jane ' this per wee soul had fingers lighter than a blidy feather, aw things within her sicht yea had tae tether. Wartime is no jist a time fur wurry or sorrow, Certainly no fur Jane, aw things she wanted she jist borrowed. Aye aw things she'd...

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Slapped with shame left a print of distain the mark is still left long after it came like a stain no matter how hard you try to take away the pain you reilize you lost more than you gained slapped with shame left with a print of distain the pain thats left is a dark red stain...

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Chamber of secrets Locked in wisps of steel incense Swabbed sulfur din...

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