Gris Poems - Poems about Gris

...I am stressed, The grey heron is worried, In turn it flies away, Shriek. The frogs are eating, So there’s life In the muddy, green pond. Je suis stressé, Le héron gris est inquiet......

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...Juan Gris 'Bottle&Glass'* a many faceted focus comes to pass......

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...Esta habitación tiene su color, agrio y sucio con olvido gris. Tengo una lista, lista de todo. Cajas, papel, tiza y pis. Mi soledad es eterna aqui. Ni mis hermanos bailan así. Ni ......

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...Spaniard Juan Gris with an early death his cubism ceased Many faceted a bit like Picasso 'Possibilities of Painting' his credo......

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...From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations Methinks hmm, perhaps I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, fabricated, jer......

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...Jean Gris the third cubist gave it a different twist Reinterpreted still life his thing with a fragmented image he did bring......

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... “The Apocrypha of Familiars” Wings hover light luminescent revelling sprites dark pearls Corvidae shades of a family highly functioning dysfunctional plural morph......

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...Her skin is textured fabric and a lovely pair of…odd eyes of ink black and sheen green. Cherry cheeks, heavy-handed for his amusement. Lips sewn to silence just the way he likes her......

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...From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations Methinks hmm, perhaps aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled, poem already aired though revisiting said theme downp......

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...under this gray sky to the name rose they gave sharp thorns to the name nettles nothing to suggest the itch when touching them maybe it's just fate and nothing but appearance although every sw......

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...Magnus Annas Summer's sensuality New leaves green with love Mark the ritual's beginning A ritual old as the unmarked time That passed before us all, In which we were called to spring, to danc......

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...Perfecto Es aquel en cual no se enojaba Aunque de palabras se llenaba, jamás las hablaba Es aquel que jamás temía Aunque talves lo sentía, jamás se imponía Y eso yo admiro Bello Es cuando......

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...One day while fishing on the bridge, I hooked a gorgeous speckled trout, Reeled it in and pulled it out, Carried home, stored in my fridge. The trout it was prepared next day, Two large filets......

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...I Roundly Square Prayer... Despite imprecations yielding "FAKE" impact upon the head of this atheist, especially when thy (untamable) shrewish wife takes umbrage against t......

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...Hmm, perhaps titled, aye poem already didst aired though revisiting said theme downplayed as thoughts blare though similar con tent invariably communicated sans, trademark......

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