Glamours Poems - Poems about Glamours

... The glamours, tuxedo looks of the hollow wooden body tuned perfectly with its four strings manages to embody a heavenly favor of sad energy as a bow is drawn across its strings. Its notes wal......

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...Chasing rabbits, unending distractions Forever falling, upside down actions Limited expectations, traveling hues Sunken ships, washed away clues Face-off illusionary fears, go through Sparkl......

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...**The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.** "Helen Keller" How cheerful to......

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... "Runes" All galaxies abandoned within you dimensions ancient and unfathomable creating new raptures borne through fire a desire to be clo......

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...T'was not the sun that caught mine eye The shine reflected from nearby The faces, golden in the field With more light than the moon doth yield There wild flowers, the like of which, If true ......

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...Who is this Malaysian boy? His style is dashing, His eyes are beckoning. He is the eastern boy from Nnewi, With the hands that work all day, Where poverty has no space. He is the western boy fr......

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...There history without pages is written, Blood carved in an opulence coven yet, We stood and watched them deceived us with a piece of yam that lack manners to the Mouth, they called it our consti......

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...Olaitan Bakare You are the moon that shines in the night, You are the kiss that cannot be forgotten, You are the child that must not cry out loud; The sun that speaks for freedom to the captive.......

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...Dusk, the end of day, harbinger of effervescent night see how dusk slinks to night in shadowed rivulets running, rivulets of blue black; see how it puddles outlining the corpse of cypress, puddles fa......

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...Beauty is not the eyes that smites the ocean It's not that dazzling pebble they call the pupil It's neither the lashes that makes a rainbow Nor the brows that sink titanic Beauty is neither the nose......

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...Animation...imagination, what's your subjective fixation? Character's caricatured, what's the true meaning of culture? Silhouette's dancing their empty minuets walking chalklines... trying t......

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...Once sitting on the roof-top at 2 o' clock midnight I heard the silence and depth of love, where the silence whispers' and the deepness calms, What I heard, is the relation of true love. Through......

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