Long Bioluminescent Poems

Can blackwater lilies 
sing forth sonnets 
of daylight and 
unsung those 
cacophonous notes 
of omen, which 
rhymed with 
sombre elixir 
of spruce rivulets and 
veiled your crimson 
touch of life, 
in eons of unforgivable 
death?...

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I'm an enlightened 
equinox, strolling in
faded universe, 
dreaming poetry in
susurrus serenades 
of rustling 
ruby-leaves which
whisper cool 
beamish hues
to my autumnal-
quartz heart, 
when the nucleus 
of unborn flowers, 
wishes for a 
meditative 
musing amidst 
this mocha...

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Jenna lived in rural Wyoming lands,
where grass rolled over small ridges and buttes,
a small town way out in the cow country,
where the ranchers still throw lassos in loops.

She was driving out to see her boyfriend,
who...

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My muse is a poetic
flower garden,
blooming lilacs in 
barren meadows,
but I still remember 
how I heeded
haunting heartbeats
in paradise,
whilst praying 
for your lustrous light,
to descend onto 
my hazy horizons.

Your eyes like 
captivating sunsets,
made me dream away,...

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Become my air,
pursuing my scent 
  in sweet fragrant  fields,
where devouring tastes 
   of bohemian spirit,
delicately descend 
    in subsistent sighs.
Distracting the 
     tones...

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In the ocean’s vast and boundless deep, where light begins to cease,
A world of silent shadows casts a spell of tranquil peace.
Abyssal creatures, luminous with bioluminescent glows,
Paint streaks of light amidst the dark, where the...

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Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose 
stimuli towards 
glassy manipulations
of blood-fragranced sun. 

Everything that is 
sown...

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Such is the universal language - 
if music is Love, 
and if thy deity is indeed Love,
then surely the language of that 1, 
that resides inside, 
that inner I am,  
is not The Word,...

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In the middle of the night, 
when the butterflies
dance to the moon's song,
I create constellations 
with the map of my soul, 
allowing astral lights 
across feathery skies 
to guide my chrysalis 
heart back to an...

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Within a garden, unseen yet so true,
A cosmos blooms beneath a mother's hue.
Bioluminescent butterflies take flight,
As constellations whisper through the night.

Here, shifting sands of emotion flow,
Hormonal storms where gentle breezes blow.
The whispers of grandmothers, wise...

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As night creeps up and darkness brings
A flashing light goes by on wings
A neon green his life emits
As through the air he gently flits

This little beetle, not a fly
That dances in the evening sky
And twinkles...

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Let your imagination take a dive
Dismiss those voices willing it to soar,
Explore the secrets hidden to mankind
And gaze at sights you've never seen before.

Take a deep breath then silently descend;
Leave restless shores and anxious thoughts...

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Owl was unsure what makes fiber optics light up
He pushed back his supper, refusing to sup
I am not going to eat food or drink anything he said
Until I have the answer, lying safely in my...

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i looked down at a lovely dictionary
only because it was opened to the quantum
page
only because i sat on a lovely, antiquated
memory
and realized the actuality
of forgetting everything
as i sat on the edge of coronal masses
frying the...

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There are people on the other side of the world
Whom I will probably never meet or know
People who will have no idea who I am

There are sights on the others side of the world
That I...

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Is ropen real or imaginary?
Some say yes others to contrary
If it does exist is it something extraordinary
Does something bizarre fly at the edge of the mountains or rivers tributary? 

Pterosaur from another time
Would such discovery...

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Captured, beautiful thoughts

indescribable, breathtaking

indelibly branded to mind

enduring, unfaded

carefree summer days

swimming the cobalt ocean wilderness

rainbow fish, bioluminescent

purple, pink, orange coral cays

shimmering crystal waters

invigorated youth

heart skipping beats

crushing on you, following around

tantalizing flames lick along

my mind as I...

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I want to taste the new ruffled orange mushrooms Lilly Watt said.
they are known as “chicken of the woods” on oak trees not dead.
shaggy ink caps were jealous, as were bioluminescent blues.
faerie mushrooms danced a...

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