Nectarous Poems - Poems about Nectarous

...Now, I fall in love with every other guy i see, What about my vaguely hollow plea? You never cared, you never will, You never see what's down the hill. Who cares, right? As star crossed lovers,......

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...Joan Marlowe was eight years old, and loved the smiling, happy people; As green pines love chattering redbirds, when an orange sun is gleeful. And yet, when some found they were too busy,......

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...Nectarous taste would not surcease in torture now that’s my showpiece; I sit in a hard chair pallid, there’s solace in something solid; Give fine obeisance to the madness, decayed memorie......

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...New Orleans French quarter bakeries feature luxurious flavorsome bene’s palatable pumpkin pies, exquisitely decorated cookies aromatic meaty soups, nectarous scones, rich dipping sauces appetizin......

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...Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning; Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning. Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach ......

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...A sweet fragrance pierced the air As I hold on to this moment. Awaking at last to lonesome bedsheets As I hear movement from within the kitchen. I arise to a foggy atmosphere being probed by ......

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... Written: December 04, 2023 _________________________________________ Desensitizing me—destroying my delusion. Snapping sight of the kaleidoscopic illusion. Delving in......

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..."Halcyon moments are privileges for the destitute.", by the poet The nectarous voices are whispering bye, as seasons substitute one for the other, remodeling landscapes harmoniously,......

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...luscious orchid of purple sitting in a faux crystal vase flavorsome apples of red nectarous juices of orange tangerines palatable watermelons with pink centers marvelous corn pancakes wondrous......

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...Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mil......

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...(PoetrySoup Format) Worthy beyond words Warm, Wavy and Wild Southern, Symmetrical and Shapely ~ Oh, those satisfying sensations ~ you give me A Bountiful......

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...Richard’s Love Letter Through distinct beaten paths we’ve wandered and journeyed Gliding through the fog of the mundane days; scurried, hurried, worried In quest of happiness by mans standard ......

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...skin a lonesome word set above all others provoking one to strain beyond the epithet curious to discover the oracular journey of a single utterance… skin will this bard’s quill paint ......

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...Though sapient vision limps short, And digs no eye into nirvana's fort; Albeit most vivid dream’s flips stop, Instinct excels where iffy triers flop. And that sharper divining seer tells Swe......

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...Simone I’ve yet to see her cry Or wipe a tear from her eye Though I’ve seen her dry sweat off her brows And that fan ain’t nothing She’s going on sixty-five Burgundy lipstick staine......

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