Frissons Poems - Poems about Frissons

...Awakened too soon, Darkness of the peaceful dawn, Frissons of cold air, Coziness of the tea mug, Cooing of doves fills the air. ......

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...A scented paradise of floral escapes beneath a blue Cerulean sky Azure thoughts of you aside the river flowing through my senses like rivulets of water pleasant hot winds skirtin......

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...An empty auditorium, echoing with the voices of those long past Life’s stage, we the characters, parsing the script in a caricature of truth Phantoms of a thousand different productions, acts, scen......

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...Quote: Lend me your fire bring me your wings, surround me and make me feel like I'm standing on higher ground Autumn scents, woodsy bark, frissons and joy me a September baby, at you......

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...A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms (" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections) in RIMBAUD Œuvres......

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...God, forgive our love, as we sink in waves of fear. Unrestrained sizzle and savour, a web tangles us near. Our starving souls burn, ablaze in glowing ember. Sparks of fiery frissons, so exciting t......

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...Under a bright sky Under a bow so big Came a gift so strong A voice Letting freedom ring A long journey of song Soaring over mountain's majesty This American treasure Poured jewels in my e......

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...Donning the fields Where I've never been Where I've never streaked Like a reckless charge skating on dandelions, Unbridled thrill and the promise That happiness may not get louder than this The......

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... Awesome ` I’m made out of awesome Festooned in frissons of light…` I’m electrons and protons neutrons and muons endowed with Atomic might ......

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...The story of "Little Black Sambo", with foreign lands all exotic, was written over a century ago, when imaginations were chaotic. The young boy is clearly a hero, for despite his tender age a......

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... Fog so thick that one could almost… Part it with one’s finger Enter into where dwell ghosts And mayhaps worse might linger Just a few paces and familiar things Cease to exist ......

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...I close my eyes... Your hands run over my hips, Followed closely by your lips, As you sit afore me on the bed; Sending frissons from my toes to head. I close my eyes... I feel your eyes upon me: ......

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...A timeless tedium- frissons fork my mind, thoughts begin as pictures- dropping on my page......

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