Irradiate Poems - Poems about Irradiate

...I discovered a poem longing in my heart, it is for you, And it is about you, my sweetheart. This poem resembles you. I wrote it this morning, before the arrival of the auroral shadow. Her words h......Read the rest...

... Fall season is a favored time of year when leaves irradiate their aurum cheer. Custard colors cloak paths with brilliantine while misty breezes tease the woods to sheen. A couturière flounc......Read the rest...

...The Red Chinese Communist Red Devil's army is currently invading the peaceful Buddhist Island nation of Tali pa. An island nation off of the coast of India. Indian is also on the raider screen of t......Read the rest...

...Father God in You I hope to find That Your words stay written on my mind Etch onto my heart Your infinite wisdom on how to live Let Your words nourish my soul Fueled by the love that to me You ......Read the rest...

...BEAUTIFUL FALL Brisk the breeze that shivers the pines, Excites the mind, in throes of daydreams, About escaping from the tests — that litter of Untimely pop quizzes of consequence. Thrust the......Read the rest...

...Why do the stars shine so bright? Don't they know that your beaming smile can already irradiate a whole universe? ~7/8/18~......Read the rest...

...Like the Sun, burns with flame powerful only to irradiate the life of others. 7/10/16 Thanks Andrea for the passion you apply in giving us those magic filled lines. Wish you......Read the rest...

...Sunlit porch dimmed by the sensation Your alluring gloom, my fascination Stark battle lines within me divided The siren call of self-degradation Serpent and preacher wrestling inside Moving fe......Read the rest...

......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hus......Read the rest...

......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hus......Read the rest...

......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hust......Read the rest...

......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hus......Read the rest...

......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant h......Read the rest...

......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hus......Read the rest...

......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932) As I dream the sounds of morning sliver, cut my senses; slow, persistent slices pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness. The muffled cries of merchant hus......Read the rest...