Matte Poems - Poems about Matte

...at the traffic stop, where good meets bad. a trickle of sweat runs down, you're not guilty, so you get mad. you bicker and bicker, but to no avail, the bat in the blue badge made up his mind you h......

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...I cannot die tonight I dog-eared a book Of pages I haven't perused You know how long that took? Scent of pages Frayed and yellowed Always get me Calm and mellowed The spine cracked and worn ......

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...Sea Glass 7-11-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sea Glass On strands and shoals, waves of rolling tides, Neither pro nor biased, Tumble castoff vessels, emptied......

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... Written: February 13, 2023 ____________________________________________ An anathema for, pilose nettle burns, an art form of unstable feathers, tropes across the ivory cuticle......

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... Written: February 07, 2024 ___________________________________ It appears as if the world has been  coated by a wave of  deceitful dictums,   where faked reality   a......

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...When the mirror of life is a gossamer film, veiling v i n t a g e polaroids that reflect inner turmoils, look beyond the electric s p a r k s. T......

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...Through the night's veil, in whispers, I moved my steps along, Somewhere, a light within the darkness, sparked a straight and fiery throng, The secret of time, always hidden beneath pointless repri......

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...She’s a thrown compact shattering a vase; She is the flower that is still standing; Perfect matte lipstick; Targeted wall, it cannot hide; A foaming pout, feminine rage; Fire flashes;......

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..."Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more, in the leafless root there is no less" - Ralph Waldo Emerson I'm a sunflower, dipped in honey of ......

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...A life moves on The empty space A vacancy The smile missed face The heartfelt ache The hopeful joy Of knowing birds Must wings deploy The silent cloak Of no-one there Is draped on shoul......

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... I'm an ashen dove, fading in zephyr of wine valleys, saturating in fog upon enchanting hills, draped in grape-green silk, where fantasies of forest, sprout cynthia moon of a......

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...Is there anybody out there I can only see my face in the forefront preflection Of the passed, away on vacation until all comes cross Is she really on the page or on the screen an AI model Sto......

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... Oh, I have things that mean a lot to me, and it would make me so sad to lose them; but, are they priceless in reality, what is priceless- is my kitty cat gem. It began as just ta......

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...Fishing Boats On The Beach at Les Saintes - Marie’s-de-la-Mer Vincent Van Gogh (1853 - 1888), Arles, June 1888 Oil on Canvas 65 cm. X81.5cm ......

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...Ah, we ladies never have enough! Foundations in all shades. Forever~ in new forms. Cleansers that promise us youth. Softeners that hide wrinkles. Lipsticks, a source of confusion. Creamy, matte......

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