Oeuvre Poems - Poems about Oeuvre

...I could stay for hours under the sun to contemplate bouquets of primroses, to listen to the buzzing of insects, To contemplate their petals, the shape of hearts, I could stay for hours if no on......

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...I bathed, one day, in the Dead Sea, My belly floated like a piece of wood The water was so salty, it stung the skin It was necessary to go out and take a good shower, I have not known Jesus, me......

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...The modern world is an awe-choice saturation Of stuffness and people, A punguage, An allcode, The hash of all cyphers, nodes and codices Ever scribed, wrote and written, Bitten off, sto......

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...Written: August 20, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ As dawn brightens the morning skies, A gentle hand brushes the lambent horizon. Shades of gol......

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...Wasted verses ushers quirky pathetic oeuvre HENCE....herewith, a post (traumatic) stressed disordered poetic whim to summarize fantasy incorrigible lottery dreamer paradise visage and eyes......

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...Outside and elsewhere existence is a leaf on a deep blue river; a long night has set it free to bob and tumble as an upturned mirror caught in the gray rays of an obscure sun. I listen to the ......

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...Little by little by little by far, high above I followed a bright shining star, something special in the air no doubt a galactic affair, symbols, trumpets, resounding on Earth a special occasi......

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...Introduction: one of the nice aspects of having an oeuvre as a poet is the ability to see where you have changed over the years. this is such a poem where i can see the step from the eristic with a q......

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...Friday May 13th, 2022 An excerpt taken from a lengthy tome, written courtesy a favorite poet of mine. Paraskevidekatriaphobia struck within a blink, I swear yours truly never took a drink, ......

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...i took her riding this time my venue, not hers she loves horses, i am no equestrian i am beyond saddle sore now trail rides where every bird is identified a short illumination of the species mi......

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...John Milton wet to school at St Paul destined a poet was his call His greatest oeuvre, Paradise Lost losing his eyesight,was the great cost......

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...Limerick: Once a great and wise Commentator Once a great and wise Commentator Thought what escaped him escaped Creator His oeuvre his whole life dreamt By his comments he meant The whole wo......

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...Life lay ahead, tenuous, blind yet unafraid as if a stone's throw out of sight form and substance laid opened wide to the Creator's thought in flight; here I am formed and made, a blip, mi......

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...Fecund sewer ingeniously knitted An ornately crocheted potholder was made Bragged her complete oeuvre at first But its worthless in everybody’s sight It may be futile or trifling What ca......

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...Hackneyed breath of words and the clichés hit the wall, A stream of summoned nonsense bounces off of me like superstition, Benevolent limits of indulgence, on the other hand, - oh, well! The oe......

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