Louvers Poems - Poems about Louvers

...Darkness devours my miserly despondent room. Wide windows covered shutting all luminous light A taciturn thief that stole even the stars. I sigh, a sudden suffering, it steals my sorrow from my ey......

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... your skin … cornflow’r in the moonlite through louvers that slice you to tender shards of opalescence arranged like piano keys on Egyptian percale the sea of sheets we so often drown in …......

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...He reassured with a kiss And sorted out The Details Persian Cat and the Humming bird Watches the flowers Swaying in the garde......

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...He reassured with a kiss And sorted out The Details Adagio Crescendo was introduced to Fugue Crescendo at a time......

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...A spherical fish lenses larger And smaller with each turn that's swum. Size defying, the fish upon a plant stand Towers over a cubically curled cat. The cat sleeps inside a cardboard box Amo......

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... Leaves fell, wind blew, dark winter's night, the fragile air saturated with dew. She knew a certainty that bound a knot in her stomach. He won't come tonight. Was it worth the wait, wa......

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... "Time is the thief you cannot banish." Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978 The end of my time will come in winter. Or so I’ve been tol......

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...Vietnam in '68 By Franklin Price 08/10/2020 January '68, I arrived at Cam Rahn Bay Found out this place, in Vietnam, was the best place I could play Ground bound, in the Air Force, and living ......

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...There’s a fluttering in my attic; something’s alive up there. The cat is getting frantic and I dread going up the stairs. I hope that it’s a bird, rather than a bat; unless I have ......

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...The din awakens me Hall smoke alarm screaming like a banshee Smoke everywhere, though I see no flames I reach up through the thick black fumes and yank the battery Silencing the banshee, but ......

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...Friends? Are we still friends? Can we JUST be friends?!? Oh such a horrid, charity-stained question! What a keen and salient dagger it wields! The pity that you wear like black lace finery......

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