Pale Poems - Poems about Pale

Clad in bright white sapphire Millions crawl, the exhausted lay to admire Within its swelling eye thousands desire At the back I lie, waiting to expire Scratching the walls without respire I danced into crossfire With a soul which yearns to retire Lips littered with satire A heart prosecuted to hellfire Still, my porcelain surface shone as if a luminaire Slowly the winds fill...

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Pale moons glow As we dance under pale moons glow hearts twisting and turning entwined Star light flickers, loves shadow grows Our desire binds the hands of time For Line Gauthiers bite sized contest June 13,2025...

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the gemstone flower amethyst so pretty quartz a pale lavender...

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For me life is suppose to be a fight between you and yourself. A fight to the death, were you’re supposed to push for success. Only after when you came face to face with your greatest enemy, Which in this case, the greatest enemy of yourself is yourself. Sky is the limit only applies to those who are ready...

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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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