Glare Poems - Poems about Glare

Traditional Indian hair composition of a girl gets attraction being curly and long and that's the criterion. Inheriting my maternal gene I was proud to have this type...

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You should have seen the glare my neighbor gave me I have heard this story many times All of my being wants to know why she puts so much energy into this It might not have been directed at her, but she wants to take it personally I used to try to redirect her; I know now that would...

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Under a frozen cascade of stars a vixen trots to her den - mice today they were her only prey. Hunger gnaws at a phantom bone heavy with fresh meat. Tomorrow she will rise early and return late, only two of her three cubs will live to share a field rat. The rat litter will perish. Survival now depends upon the lightness of one chilled whisker....

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(a story in senryu stanzas) I get migraines. - lucky me - glare can set me off within seconds. I always have a pair of dark, polarized shades with me - it’s a quirk. When I was fourteen, we lived in Shenzhen, China very near Macau. Macau, China, the “Las Vegas” of Asia, is the home of glare. The Ritz-Carlton, has a glittering galaxy of bright chandeliers. Those chandeliers move, their silhouettes...

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Ominous echoes hush the song of eternity. Sky is an ember: Black and red and untouchable. Night extends Till day seems impossible. Echoes stab the night Till it crumbles over our heads. The air bleeds. The eyes fall shut Seeking an escape, Yet the violent glares blind. Merciless glares replicate; The night is darker than ever....

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It seems no matter the topic Love's always periscopic pushing its little pink nose into a heart purring its way onto the surface like sunlight nudging a tropical sea on the morning rise Be them truth or be them momentary lies love is a garden of starry sighs how we navigate our dark feeling chased by a glare of day...

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Heed the sweet whispers of the evergreen, Its song like string weaves through the canopy's hair, But I promise, no good it brings to you, my dear To offer to her, your love’s binding ring, For such beauty does hath; A heartless glare… For even a demon’s eyes does in sunlight gleam, But from behind masked guise, the truth will...

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Does it matter, whatever I've done the mightiest accomplishments under the glare of the sun too soon gather dust, too often shunned What have I built that won't someday fall down What songs have I written will long be around When it's over and done ... What's the point of this poem -- to...

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Lots of rocks in the black pock-marked yonder- in the star quarry, lots. Dead moonlight in my hand cools and shrinks. Unseen, ...

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And at night, When your light isn't here I will look to the moons glare Knowing you are somewhere Even if it is dark with out you I know you will shine back through I know you will shine on me like you do And there will be light again....

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Berenices and Arcturus We're inspired.Hydra spoke new words that tickled there fancy. Creation recreates , creation The sources of which is Sourced. We are the materials with origins Sourced by our own meeting, gathered truths seeding like sourced stones. The things we know and those things we don't know, hyperthermolly speaking. They asked does Booted stand in the Hydras of Ursa's pouring To have us to believe the...

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yandere skies yellow star shines and brightly yellow solar lisp resonating ~ heated glare prevails yellow bronze star spiking high beacons Twilight shines 10/20/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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“Hello! we’ve been here – near – spying on you, Spying on what you do, stew, chew, and spew”. On a moon quarter bloomed, Halloween night, Two ghostly bumble bees swarmed in for a bite. One buzzed my ears and whizzed around my beard, Growling to drill my lips …. if my wife cheered. One hissed her ears, kissed her cheeks,...

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For what is hard, to find in the ground and something so rare, for people to hound why is this shard, worth a pound it just has a glare, for the rich to be sound...

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May we be saluted as we stand brave and tall. For we do not smile into the face of danger, though we brace ready for the brawl. What is that, that that I see, it's the Dark Angel glaring down upon me. Hold still my courage tightly grasped. Guard it against my building weakness. Surely my hedge stone of...

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