Milled Poems - Poems about Milled

...Fragrances of roses wafted throughout the garden No idea why I had been invited, but I cherished this scent Others milled around in fancy frocks and expensive suits My dress was a plain blue with ......

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... We wanted to break bread that was pure, clean, pristine, stark white and wholesome, with a crisp, but soft, light brown crust. The field was prepared with thrice washed and cleaned machin......

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...Actions may thunder, but my words ignite, A blade of wisdom, cutting sharper than might. Not just whispers, but a raging inferno, Lighting the world with the spark of the wise. They lift, they ......

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...O pure hearts, never forget my words, When you listen to this pretentious, you give him grain to be milled, When you look at this fool, you give him Grist for the mill. Thus is the world made,......

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... The town pond was drained, revealing minnows wriggling in the residual water they milled and turned in silvered arabesques choregraphed by a rippling wind. Large ocean-going gulls descende......

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...The pumpkins placed upon the steps To set a scary mood Were attractive both to look at And to squirrels, too, as food. At first, they nibbled here and there But then were on a roll And chewed......

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...If each peppercorn was a life, each is saddled in surrender of shunless damnation. They dwell in anguish-- death row prisoners. They huddle together awaiting torsion as the grinder rends the ......

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...next to fountain nude she stood, a delight for all manhood! her skin was fair, curls so black, muscles showed down to her back. her hands were on both her breasts, smile was invite to the gu......

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...Breast of roses where her femininity used to be. A scent of blossoms milled out by mastectomy. The clippings praise and curse at the same time. Her petals falling, weeping, assaulted, past......

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...My Gentlemen, I have done all it takes. Made fore my man, was a formless frame Worked by a wombsman, unplaned, clear of grain A brittle whittled acorn piece, I had his insides changed. Had him ......

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...Within an overplay of paneled oak and illumination fittingly low, set upon a table, its style baroque a lighted candle, its shimmering glow plays an unopened bottle of Bordeaux Distant soft mu......

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...Images from a cogged apparatus. Fingertips toggle milled brass abreast a concertinaing leather. Tripodal spread, pegged legs. Women paused in pose, a gilded stillness. A plump bosom peek-show......

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...As the sun rises the sky line's soft serrated edges spill vanilla cream; a girl who is shrouded feels crystal flakes on her face as she walks separate from the group of students within ......

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...As the sun rises the horizon's soft serrated edges spill vanilla cream; a shrouded girl feels crystal flakes on her face as she walks separate from the group of students within the milled land ......

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...As the sun rises the horizon becomes spilled cream; a shrouded girl feels the crystal flakes on her face as the sky lightens, the milled land asleep still within a dream. A tiny abandoned bir......

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