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Outskirts Poems - Poems about Outskirts


Premium Member On Mauve Outskirts
Mauve sun is rising far across the frothy sea From mists emerging at the edge of the blue world and the pause of dusky night Destination noon and blithe before and after Headed everywhere In the quiet room of time when stars are disappearing...

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Categories: outskirts, beautiful, color, morning, nature,
Form: Tanka
Outskirts of Everywhere
I belong in the shadows I live on the outskirts of everywhere Nobody sees me I can see why...

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Categories: outskirts, deep, loneliness, lonely, lost,
Form: Verse



Night In the Outskirts
A piece of star falls from above And your transformed dust suffers on the asphalt. Through the expansion of the cosmos, the emergence of life and the planet Stairs, poverty, blocks, beautiful people emerged from the comet. Billions and millions have lasted Since compressed energy To the weeping family, Faced with sorrowful and cosmological sadness....

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Categories: outskirts, space,
Form: Blank verse
Touch Outskirts
Think for gain and upward Choose the way of love Set in your life a holy vision She will turn into the reason While lonely don’t be bother Think about her in the heart She will give a definite vision She is I know this time Out from my reach But while emotion is holy I am confident to bring her Sure appear from paradise While...

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Categories: outskirts, desire,
Form: Lyric
At Heaven's Outskirts
I am at Heaven's Outskirts Where drums mellow beats like thunder Where guitars sings like chirping birds Here, at stage - everyone is a DJ Here, you'll find no pop pijins like "sup Jay" None-crazy a guy to be in skirts Fun's always loud, and you'll find no murder Here, faces are as colorful as the sun-birds We make joy, deny coy and...

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Categories: outskirts, devotion, faith, happy, heaven,
Form: Rhyme



The Outskirts of Town
On the outskirts of town, was our family store, old gas pumps, and planks on the floor. Many would shop with us each week, usually on credit, and collecting was up to me. Hoop Chesse we would slice, and sell it by the pound, and the bologna we sold, was the best in town. My dad, and grand-dad stayed busy all...

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Categories: outskirts, life, love, time, visionary,
Form: Narrative

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