Fleshed Poems - Poems about Fleshed

... I AM POETRY ‘In the Beginning was the Word’ light penetrated dark sound big-banged birthed three in One creating ~ P o e t r y ~ I am this poised superlative unchangi......

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...We must have looked through the same window. Though we had yet to meet an image developed a reality fleshed out an inevitable coincidence began to move into place. Until (only yesterday) the ......

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... Alphabets gather as words unravel the passing and returning of moans; lines of phrases inflame the arteries of beauty, angst, love interwoven by imagination's pining. Tingle of words… fragra......

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...Lemme regale you with splendid and fabulous exuberance Despite being an amateur paperback writer wannabe, whose storied protagonist stars colporteur wannabe (thinly veiled cover as yours truly......

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...I found the monster in the mirror, fleshed stitched with the fear of guilt, a puppet bound by veins. With whispers of rot beneath each breath. I fed it well, fed it lies, fed it fear, greased its......

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...Zealous untiring repentance Fleshed out as poetic confessional. Profligacy prevailed pricking psyche precipitating pandemonium. I wrought havoc courtesy aegis of paramours picadillos, your......

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...ghoulish woman popped her head out of the lily pond there were screams from those who had not sensed her being part Dracula and part ghoul, I knew the macabre was about another scream; I notice......

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...Mildred 1. Like the flick of a brush to a canvas, her world was tainted by his love. Barely psychotic. Led by the armor he wore, she rose like a phoenix. It was fierce and unapologetic.......

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...I want to paint a portrait of you I have a brush, but what do I do? What is the colour of your soul? Is it really as black as coal Horse hairs paint your insides out Your heart is what you’re ......

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...WHY FULL-FLEDGED MEN BEHAVE LIKE STEEL Men; though corpulent and full-fleshed, We still break down and lose form. A woman is expressive and detailed. Yes! But men? Can't be said of a lot of the......

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...Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin ofttimes triggering babbling brook to swell after deluge becoming stream of consciousne......

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...Our conversations; I sit consumed by your fire, words frozen in ice; Waiting just to slip as cracks destroy solid ground; Fall, but you still breathe; Chilled lake in motion a circle that......

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...This poem's first intention (and its heart), is it would serve both you and me. It serves me best, perhaps, because muse leads me to myself, to things I did not know I felt (or knew!) I rarely hav......

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...FREE DREAMS, EXPENSIVE HUSTLES HUSTLE: the power to hold dreams by the throttle And run individual race like a hurdle. DREAMS: You see her in abstraction, form-fleshed, Holds the power to set......

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...Let's take a stroll. Mindful Each hilly step But leads, ever closer To a saint's rest. Cloud pillowed; above Herd's grassed request. You, I. That world-detached. If yet fleshed round. In He......

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