Malachite Poems - Poems about Malachite

... in his sunset years he daily traversed a mile to smile waiting w a t c h i n g A L E R T the lilt of phantomic voice to O P E N his ......

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...It came like a whisper on wings too dirty for angels, a fly with no gospel— just bloodlust and fire. I don’t remember the bite— only the stories they told me— the brain-boil, the silence of a ......

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... The charcoal clouds melt in the scorched sky, serenading summer drizzle descends with the fascinating flotilla in the arid air. The spectrum of the setting scarlet sun sparkles ......

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... r a p i d s in malachite woods blue b ur s ts c l e a v e d rocks~ glaze g l i d e ......

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...Prompt :"A crimson sky breaks the distant shore" Sponsor : Joseph May Submitted: 20/5/25 Placed : 4th CRIMSON SKY A crimson Sky breaks the distant shore stargates opened veils up......

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... Climbing cotton clouds float away across canvas of summer sky. Birds bathe in blue bay, to amber nest they fly. Autumn comes with golden spray. Sunburst horizon’s chromatic drape draw......

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... The seeds of love I sow in my malachite meadow Enthralled, they sprout with the emerald shine bright Design the cradle of saplings for the rose buds to glow Nascent sunburst sky paints my d......

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....CORLEO the robot inspired our venture the robot with navigation control seeking cactus fruit and rare stones the brittlebush and desert lilies patterns embordered in to si......

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... The smoky dust screen blows away far into the halcyon horizon, the flotilla of cotton cloud sails in the concave depth of cobalt. Bowed down slender blades of cinnamon grass sway in th......

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... There was an old man who marched in Dublin, danced to malachite past, wore shammocks lean. Guinness stout in clinking glass he drank whole night en masse. Through the ......

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... On the weary wings of winter the northern winds depart, their harsh whisper in the frozen air the frost-fastened mulberry trees hear, “wait, you’ll listen the sweet music soon, don......

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... In the frozen air and frost gripping the malachite meadow within the mystique mask of the arctic dawn, defoliated lone tree wrapped by dismal melancholy, stands static as shadowless se......

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... I walk in the winter wilderness across the wasteland of despair, reach the sunshine shore afar, washed by the warm sapphire sea, discover the alluring niche I’ve been yearning to ......

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... An inarticulate artist, I wanted to paint the lone life’s landscape, effervescent, the construed course of a river called desire unrestrained, meandering its way......

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... The cascading stream murmurs mystically as it flows across the pulsating plateau, and through the swathing sprawling forest, fostering emerald opulence to the ultimate, that splashes silve......

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