Motif Poems - Poems about Motif

In lonesome bouquet laced with lilt of love lies embedded the frozen fragrance of remote reminiscence, enticing the defrosted solitary soul to reflect someday the sunshine in faded memory motif folded in warm embrace. ...

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“From the debris of desire the essence of lost love retrieves the hurt heart” – Quote by Poet The glee of love embracing me if ever dies My heart will feel it depart while it cries From dire dust of demolished desire I’ll rise ...

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It is really nice When things in the house are white It feels warmth and bright....

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They called the Willow Bunch they lurked around the Ruschello Mio looking to find jobs. They had skills to impress and they wished to work. They sawed wood for the canteen, They were butchers and cooks. Saggio the next to the oldest of the six was seen as "clean and cute" he had his way with women and often times found himself in the middle...

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Our life is as evanescent as the trumpet flower of the morning glory. The merest chapter in the history of mankind’s ever compelling story. Various serendipitous ramblings ultimately contingent ‘on quarry; retold to captive audience in tones melodious as silver-tongued lory. Redolent of an evening-scented stock, with a crown of wispy hair as hoary, we insist...

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The seamless sky called life shined in boundless beauty, on the rippling breeze flitted a butterfly free, on its wings I painted lattice of my being, flowers in the garden bloomed all seasons for me. The dawning horizon splashed the spectrum of bliss, as on the wings of dream I was on course to fly, euphoria took me to realm of...

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Are lingering sighs, while expressing disbelief Showing some frustration ere welcome relief, With sincere, rapt attention to what it entails Carefully absorbing the minutest of details, Sometimes with the aid of a silk handkerchief. Then, too, observing the most foolish mischief Showing itself in a variety of impetuous motif Sending one off the straight and narrow rails, ...

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To the world, drives the phenomena... To the common man, the heart demands, to the bird the abyssal flight... To the poet..., All reasons...!...

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With pen in hand I sat, clearly I could visualize the graphic scene I intended my readers to see. Each detail was so vivid when I closed my eyes; a child, happily singing beneath a dogwood tree. Trying to write the words, my breath was shallow. How could I describe the curled edges of a leaf. or the color of soil...

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As the southern wind slides on the satin ambiance, you sprint in the shimmer of the flushing meadow, the disheveled hair softly swirling on your face, designs the ebony lattice of lilting grace alluring. The blushed face caresses the lone leaf flying enticed, that’s when love weaves a mystique motif on me. You glisten in the golden gleam of twilight charisma, your...

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My meditating, closed eyes seek guidance in ribbon motif. Exquisite, purposeful box, glossy-silk embossed, appears in light. Prayerfully tossed cares fill its depth. A soothing lid, peacefully slid, adheres. Ribbons in rapture dance, pleat, weave - bundling box upwards ...

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Sense a strange pattern here Observe how sadness cheers Pain infused with raw nerves No reason and rhyme serve Sense that mystic time hurls A curious pulsing curl Abrupt as time lost here A motif pattern steers No morbid flight to count Soul journey for the mount If all but sanity Comes close to fantasy Seeker seeks yet to find A puzzling frame of mind No devious torture then To...

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a thousand orbs bearing, thus connected, all, or put to dust focused photons press the link escaping matter's tacit brink stretched to ovals, masses bent horizon robbed of failed events to...

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Live from your heart, Let magic start; Have a great day, Style your own play; Craft then sure art, Love sums all parts; Hurl faith and hope, Sculpt joy you scope! Be of good cheer, In any game; Learn to be you, With all things due; Grace fills pulse clear, Happy lives here; Start right each day, Glimpse rainbow rays. Leon Enriquez 19 December 2015 Singapore...

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Again you are enslaved by your past. The comfort zone. You were very emotional at defining moment. The mist halts the onslaught of unstable pain. Gives an excuse to thrive, for the fallen angel from symphony. Stitching the drab evening with moon’s needles. I will not bring the white shroud to disconnect with plumbago. Visceral feel. You must find out the...

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