Flimsy Poems - Poems about Flimsy

little lamps lift their heads of flames--- ignoring the darkness within them...

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My frail dream was you, the brink of mayhem. I sprayed myself with a teasing mountain. Your happy pleasure led you to show them. My frail dream was you, the brink of mayhem. Never foaming carpeting betrays them. Super sleek in your artistic fountain. My frail dream was you, the brink of mayhem. I doused myself on a...

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fluid enclosed me trapped in memory my heart in a husk feel the bow... of anguish candle fire... firefly your face I love dereliction are cheering oars are fading... on the shore I hope you keep the image forever sung in the heart Written: September 26, 2022...

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sturdy sole shrunk gaunt gifts gulped taunted twain tamed felon fallacies feigned mystic move birthed rhythmic reels perched wit's wasp worn tamed twain torn bugged bruises borne ferocious pounces punctured porous pills fractured leering la-de-da leisure pulpy pasts peered flimsy future feared. '20:03:29:09:31 Note: Dedicated to those unknown poets....

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punctured passion puke nauseated by nude dark dresses dump lankily lurch lust aura canvassing curses seeped'n saucy beauty felon face sighs kindly kleptomaniac eyes scorching smirking sight limbs like axe skipping made sharp dug tunnel apt flimsy feelings forward into tunnel falls. '20:02:02:11:56 ~Note~ A lady dressed seductively arouses him......

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Flimsy windmill flower, Shut faces on each petal Barely spinning Blooming silently Understanding your truth But keeping it secret Black and white flower, One dimensional, not three Like the other flowers A cartoon to the others Yet a beauty to one Who understands your pretty ways Better than you ever will. Cartoon flower, Drawn by an artist Who understands your roots And revers your organic originality Who...

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flimsy violet purple with yellow center perking up forest...

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from my cupboard fall all the stripey flimsy bright things I used to wear some dull dreary mourning tide hath made me drab as ashes © Gail Foster 2016...

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I would wipe them away if I could, the words I uttered in anger. Tainted you, now a stranger, I pushed you to the floor so flimsy the words I’m sorry, but spoken from my pierced heart. 5th place Contest: Apology Accepted Sponsor: Barbara Gorelick © All Rights Reserved December 2010...

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