Moon Round Poems - Poems about Moon Round

...In the silent kingdom of lost seasons, where shadows measure the silence, A day will dawn when you let the burdens of confession fall like leaves, An old blanket of crushed convictions, your unwave......

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... Eschewing the catastrophic world towards a tranquil place, I headed; The heavenly aroma spread around transported my soul into a place astound A place where the music wa......

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...Boom Bam Get down, Get up Thank you, ma'am Riddle me that Riddle me this Where you at? Full moon round Sun up Then it goes down Flip Flop Tick Tock Soon it stops......

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...ultramarine unfathomable sky, with a hue of gorgeous crimson from the east, sometimes just hint of a dazzling mystifying dot, a red dot on the forehead of an enchanting w......

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...When the dancing dew on the leave fall on ground, It seems like shouts are coming out of shroud, And this reminds me that winter is around. When the way have mist and nobody is found, The fragile......

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..."The World wouldn't be the same without me, And without You! " (by Poet) Dawn! The most cherished part of my day! Usually I glimpse through the window ......

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...Chasing the moon round and round, Never catching a glimpse of you, As darkness falls on my dewy ground You're under a bright sky of crystal blue. When Mars is shining in your dark sky ......

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...(Shakespearean Sonnet) The blue-grass music blares from speaker's face as guys and gals entwine moon-round the floor, she sits alone, ignores the dancers' pace although her ears record the rhyt......

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...Right from before birth, All men has got the talent of being A philosopher. There we where, Still pondering, Should we go? Should we not come? Before mother Without our permission Pushed us ......

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...i love the taste of the moon... tangerine, compared to the metal taste of the blistering noontime temperature. and to inhale the embroidery of evening, to me, is to be filled with soothi......

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...Across the branched park spires, towers and chimneys Deep shot green silk tablecloth, green velvety curtains Olive green chairs, viridian green carpet , green walls Streams criss-crossing for......

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