Forgeries Poems - Poems about Forgeries

...In the chambers of the caves, I sought refuge from all the moral forgeries spreading over the land. Holding my lamp aloft, I pursued solace in childhood alcoves. In the chambers of endless ......

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... Circle in the sand could tell a story of a lost world, where celestials and machines were one. A crafty place where symbiosis is tasted on the tongue. Chimera epoxies ely......

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...There was a young man named Anton, who lived back in the seventies, he wasn’t the type to fit in, felt outcast from society. Never got along with others, and didn’t enjoy playing sports, his ......

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...An enduringly charming singer, His heard voice did linger, His conquering kicks of a Ninja, To The Despairing, a ginger. Wondrously effusive a singer, His lyrics a bell ringer And to millio......

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...There is an art to being human And we are all horrid forgeries Hollow, pretending at goodness Rabid with the illusion of stillness Inhuman, All There is an art to being human And we are c......

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...Tim’s resolution surpassed all shadows cast upon him they had grown longer over time and hell had frozen Rain had relegated him to a trough of his own making He sat in a muddy pit once ice t......

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...If i tell you i love you, Will you take it as forgeries? If my emotion is bound by thy facial rule, Will you call it lie launderies. No! I know you won't. Go! I myself won't. I'll rather wo......

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...Phoenix and Phoenicia They had both been victims of their own sad minds stories lost told and untold narratives to be re-authored livid experience lived in silence meaning smeared in crusted mud......

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...A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from the ceiling pin. The pin was p......

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...If I was to take a word, say focus, Stand it on its head, And ask with growing sense of dread, Why my friend did you just now, Fly upon this particular Moment’s verbal locus? Torture I might a......

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...As Long as I can see, I'll wear my sins to the sea; That is where I will be so long as you breath. You can meet me by the shore, Where the untutored youth vaunt stylishly like babylon whore's; Wher......

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...anxiety showing through; bated breath and tired sighs all the same today and tomorrow... just crude forgeries of yesterday nothing changes every exhalation breathing out another piece of our m......

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