Moiety Poems - Poems about Moiety

...Catalytic cascade of mirror gleam relish on sleep encrusted eyes, such sylvan surreal therapy aligned to dulcet bird lilt, garnish to the willow weave wayfarer of iridescent poetic inkling, verna......

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...Glib rhetoric concerned with striking independence may seem frivolous, nuanced rational quite often a typical traumatic casualty, the once interminable interdependent passionate zeal disintegratin......

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...“Oh please don’t worry. I haven’t a heightened sixth sense… about the mint infused lilt here.” There must be a compass without a point surrounding me “Looking for directions. The town you’re seek......

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...Am I fitful, fluctuating, fluid? thin compass waver as I jubilantly weave lilac tree vignettes that weep or chortle, rainbow figment curtain rashly wished upon in grain smudge zephyr garne......

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...An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds, scuppered signpost to my fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant, w......

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...In a world of mellifluous dreams, Where whispers embrace in soft moonbeams, A moiety of verses, murmuring in rhyme, Revealing the secrets of an arcane time Nemesis, the muse, with s......

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...Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust Th......

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...Tissiack’s Tears “[F]or I was absorbed in the great Tissiack [Half Dome]-- I have gazed on Tissiack a thousand times -- in days of solemn storms, and when her form shone divine with the j......

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...The decrepit Winter door drudges open drearily, And with it, delivers a deluge of drunken delight-- Soft succulent sapphire skies violate my visions, I stand suffused with muse and myster......

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...It truly is quite a conundrum and day and night, I ponder it. In my hands I hold the lifeless rag-doll remnants of our friendship and still, I can not bury it. I long to fly freely forward but some f......

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...Cultures of the world fill our senses recognized by different contributions Brave spirits preserving what is left from bulging cities to scant villages Living in every corner of this sphere separated......

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...Revived to pop out as an empty nester To accompany a newfangled life Maneuvered all the way for a change of state I dropped my bags and willed at country’s metropolis. The heirloom edifices o......

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