Sorrow Imagery Poems

In the days of wine and roses
April showers fresh the air 
Garden sculptures change their poses
Streets are leading everywhere
Sun is shining through the curtain
Through the...

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Every day seems to stop and start
With shapes and colors and art-given art
And I only exist within the warmth of her gaze
But for a moment...

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How lovely
is the waterfall,
with ever-vibrant spray,
unleashing torrents of power,
rushing with resilience,
falling with grace
to soft froth

Steady is the pour
that feeds the tranquil pool,
enduring and ensuring
a peaceful...

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Such is a sorrow sculpted of sunstone,
Immortalised with studious refrain,
Tragedy, still, in beautiful atone,
Exuding light from a languish of pain.

Young Venus, I be, suspended in...

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A colourful array of falsehoods
Intricately designed disguises 
Fools, fortunes, phantoms
Masks clinging on their faces
 Lives hidden away by an illusory veils
Veils that cannot be removed
Cannot...

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I am
your lilac moon,
cocooned in cashmere wool
of clouds that carol in chorus,
love-sewn

Searching
for life beyond
hieroglyphic fangs
of hoaxed hydrangeas, exiled in
grey moors;

Today,
jasmine stars taste
bittersweet and each tan
twilight...

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In autumn's graceful waltz of time,
Beauty and decay intertwine.
Where joy and sorrow blissfully dance
In grace, they move, a mesmerizing rhyme.

Leaves unfurl like a painter's dream,
A...

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You tell me to stop
How can I
When the porcelain play never stops
It has to keep going
For the crowd 

Yet, the cracks...
They are slowly taking over
Slowly...

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I am not afraid of death, extinction,  or eternal night
as once already, I was at the gates of Heaven
but they would not open...

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As fresh and as fragrant, colored hyacinths,
That intoxicates one with heavenly scent.
So may my true,original form of artful poetry,
Bloom and blossom, escaping cells of the...

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Where burgundy pansies blossom 
Amidst pearlescent violet-weeds, 
Whirling medieval rose's ode, 
In moon's lachrymose memories....

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I am a gate in a cemetery and have been for many years,
when opening or closing I now creak, groan and moan;
I am real...

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I was a bonafide, happy beautician, like a gorgeous, daisy sun as it is rising;
And charming, happy faces were my pursuit, like silvery moonlight uprising.

My...

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I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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He shall put his light in every storm,
That breaks upon thy way,
And make the darkness bright with form,
And gild the clouds with day.

He shall put...

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