Obliquely Poems - Poems about Obliquely

... At the mellow edge of dusk where the sky is opaque and blushed, a languid fade of light obliquely dreams. Eyes bruised by loss are made translucent, a sorrow is captured, a memory mirrored. ......

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...Opening the door onto your secret, my heart pounds at the display of old wounds. Healing achieved by clinging to nothing— a future only obliquely glimpsed. My heart pounds at the display of ol......

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..."In life, grief outweighs joy and laughter is an interlude between two sighs." ~By Poet~ Isn’t it sheer destiny that you and I were born, ......

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...It’s all an act, can’t you see? A pretense of Shakespearean complexity A mask of so many layers it’s hard to hold Yet it only gets heavier as this sorry life unfolds If you really cared then you’......

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...we came from different worlds cowboy boots and motorcycle she carried pen and paper as did i hers was to communicate with the world mine was the labor in poems i walked the high iron she taught......

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...In the ebbing glory of the night As the moon with a pallid face Moved away and hid herself, The sun with his lustrous rays Appeared through the cracked walls of the sky, To wake the......

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... "Living" That one-eyed god, that strange god the colour of the sun, leonine, speaks in strange ways to me, waking me up purring seductively, message received obliq......

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...The Dawn I have voyaged far, crossed many oceans I have seen the unseen, the grotesque. We are cable of, but I have also met kind people, I never sank into the abyss of cynicism. I have seen......

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...QUINTESSENCE an absence of fervent   intensity in  miniature with infinite   equivocation  an ambiance of impressioned sensations a resurgence   of an elide intermix apparently......

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...From here and there, I hear him speak His voice, falling in mild whispers But he always plays hide n’ seek Never once I could see his countenance At times he speaks loud n’ clear Sometimes so ......

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...The body-personal will be achieving little today. Today is a too tight T-shirt. Bloat and insomnia have measured and found soft round toads croaking in the swamp of being. There are squawky o......

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...Carte blanche, this scribe bandies, exercises, and indulges inexplicable gravitas drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness, frothing handily, indubitably jinxed, linkedin as some lingual......

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...The canvas is bare Potentialities abound There is a moment of inspiration Something, perhaps profound A vision, an image A thought in the mind A 16th century renaissance landscape An abstra......

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...Life, they say has no meaning, If all that we live for is an illusion. If you don’t see my efforts, Then why do I try it anyway? Why give my best, If my best is not going to get me anywhere? It......

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...An almost April falls as if the season were feeble and elderly already. It is a Pavan for a dying princess; see how she is laid upon the yellowing grass her beauty reflected like icy drop......

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