Pendant Poems - Poems about Pendant

You came into my life When I was struggling with the storms, My eyes were shut, My breathing was slow, My lungs were dusty, There was no glow, But you, My heart, You, you, you, You embroidered something in my soul, Something beautiful more than my eyes can speak, Something dangerous more than my words can decipher, I thought there was no love until It was just You,...

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unexpectedly the town's fountain was frozen in pendant beauty we marveled for seven days until the sun released it ...

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A necklace pendant A key pendant A gemstone pendant An amulet A cross All are signs of love or adoration From eyes to hearts communication A gift or a possession A memory or a remembrance A sign to remind or a sign to consolidate confidence Invaluable not because of The commercial value of the pendant But just the sincerity of the person behind...

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I saw the Christmas pendant and I knew It would be the best thing to buy for my Aunt Lou She loves Betsy Johnson, a decorator with flair, So, I bought it for her, to show that I know and care. Aunt Lou was overjoyed for sure She knows I love her and my heart is pure She did not care...

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Tree limbs of my land are witness On who /// died but their dreams still pendant....

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A radiantly brilliant treasure an opalescent afterglow left a candescent residue on my appreciative neck hours after I had returned her glorious moonstone face to my grateful jewelry box who is honored to house her...

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The shell hangs on a golden string asymmetric lines curved together in the valley that roots my neck a picture inside I keep on holding. Cheap cloths on a public beach, the young us playing catch, a moment in colors of chess, caught by a since lost lens. It holds all those stormy nights I came to sleep by your side, all the "how was...

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A pendant so shiny, covered in shroud, Decorated and designed with every longing to ensnare, Ensnare the remaining corpse of a love that rot, Beguiling enough it was, that it did soothe that angry rot, And a moment there was when the decay was forgot, But for the facade, soon the worms did sprout, And allies became for the rot, Attracting the...

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Twilight beguiled the light, devoured the day clambered high he,down from abaddon to behold his beloved, to avow his love to fasten his heart in her bosom's warmth moonlit night it was, when first time he saw, she gazed back ,a myth to him a mortal behold him? never had he felt that way his heart melt and sway? porcelain doll tamed his soul the sweet voice, the...

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Dawn's light roused me from morning mist Upon my breast, his amber pendant lies Gently awakened when warmly kissed as sunlight dapples across my sleepy eyes Upon my breast, an amber pendant lies I stand at my window in a whisp of a gown as sunlight dapples across my sleepy eyes I weep in fear that my heart may drown I stand at...

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Glowing Pendant Her smile is the precious gem glowing in the pendant of my heart every time she wears it because of me...

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I sit and read old letters of a true romantic love gone wrong, reading each letter hoping each exact word would try to speak- I hear my gramma’s favorite song; death she knew all along, and as I wipe a woeful tear I notice an...

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Crimson heart pendant Betoken of a promise Shattered in the floor As swain boat sunked in the sea Breaking ties of true love bond 4-5-2016...

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Things fall apart And center can not hold Inevitable pistol must have hit him Thereby makes his dialectic arms to fold No healthier life wish to die Yes we all shall swallow death This world accepts us as traders We must return home through our death. Stolen by wit and historian's library Moved by words and all his beautiful paint Of world, war, society...

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The more time alone I spend apart From the vulgar traffic of the earth It is the more wisdom fill my heart And the more I come closer to birth Through each metamorphosis of thought For all my life there was this pressure This culture of what should be despite Of what I was born to be. This erasure Of something substantial for...

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