Pale Poems - Poems about Pale

The moon, feeling quite pale and serene, Said, "I'm queen of the night's silent scene!" But the sun, with a laugh, Said, "You're just a half-calf, Reflecting my light, you moon bean!" ©bfa032225 ...

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I've come to greet you with a face grey like the clouds Smoke and lace, I wear this monsters shroud The void is me now How could I describe being full of emptiness I drowned in this pale world every time I opened my mouth consuming the fog Now my mind is silent I don't know where my voice...

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Psyche, in the morning hours; Belladonna flowers? Dancing stars in silent showers? Glimmers, glows, and glowers! Ariadne, webs to weave? Wisdom, will ye grieve? What ought mortals to believe? What ought I conceive? Kali Mother, over boil? Face down in the soil! Military, might, embroil? Serpents, coals a-coil... Queen Tomyris, papyrus? What indeed to write? Cyrus caught a virus? Reality, fade white! Crabapples brew for Crassus? To "most indecent" go! No use skipping...

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A pale murky day at my place I sit in my room with no view Watching the spring in its autumnal phase How strange does it feel without you I’m like a stray dog here Who came by chance to check out What’s new in the depth of fear Where I used to hang around What an obvious lie that time heals Sclerosis may...

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There once was an Irish man named Ed Jog, Who served time, for digging peat from a bog. But it was beyond the pale, Where he spent two nights in jail. Before he explained, Pete was his sheepdog. ...

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A lonely, pale Princess Waltzing in the sand Sun streaked, flowery hair Floral print, flowing clothes. The lonely, pale Princess Fragile but aloof Wants to walk alone in the beach Waltzing on the sand The lonely, pale Princess Not as perfect as can be Demons clipped upon her wings Bloodshot eyes from tears The lonely, pale Princess Floral print,...

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In a world of shadows, where pale lights dance on the strings of time, Thoughts weave branches of ancient trees, an old song of dreaming, Creativity is born like a timid flame on the edge of the unseen abyss, Seeking to surpass the boundaries of the given world, to step beyond the horizon. Break the chains that hold souls...

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Long forbidding fingers dig deep in, Appearing black contrast on pale skin, The puppeteer directs your gaze, A brief view but the vision stays, Ruinous renderings plague the brain, His dark imprint now shall remain....

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A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space, It earnestly holds everything ever known within itself; Nothing matters in this place. Ginger and peach tea, a mother’s warm embrace, The meaningful intimacy of sharing a clementine, but we are just A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space. Overthinking a...

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Still soft but icy is the morn On and within my guessing lips. The downdrifts of the night before Ghost under mattress to my floor — The snow's attachment, fingers torn From without over my breath wisp — Still soft but icy is the morn On and within my guessing lips. - a little different from a regular triolet; ...

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I skipped the light fandango, as I walked across the night turning cartwheels upon a sky lit floor. I was feeling kind of sea sick, as the stars cried out with roar the ceiling flew away and so I soared, a little more (pause) ...

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Under the heavy sky, pierced by pale light, I feel waves of silence in my soul, The modern man, a wanderer within, carries A thirst for forgetfulness, a hidden talisman. Buried deep, far from the eternal echo, Which whispers to him of his own smallness, An echo clinging to the edges of nights, A song of eternity in the heart of silence. We...

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My dreams make life pale I am more alive My surroundings more vivid I would relish dreaming forever There are colors I cannot describe For they are unknown on earth Am I in heaven? Would it be arrogant to say yes? I land back in my body with a loud whomp Hitting my chest at a hundred miles an hour My eyes open and my...

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Good evening, my love, in the pale light of memories that settle like a gentle mist over the soul, I await you with the impatience of a traveler lost on the platform of a station forgotten by time, Hoping you'll bring with you continents of mysteries dancing on the starry sky, A train of lonely thoughts whistling melancholically...

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One evening, under the pale light of a forgotten streetlamp, I wandered through the garden of others' dreams, Gathering ideas like rare flowers, Into a bouquet of restless minds, And I wondered, who am I in this realm of echoes, Where rebellious spirits lay down words like stars in the black sky, Where does my voice hide among these borrowed constellations? And...

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