Piercingly Poems - Poems about Piercingly

.... and i look'd look piercingly mine see fix'd az stucco az the skill'd plasterer ......

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...As the sky weeps in periwinkle petals of multicolored roses, rinsed in lemons, and lavender, the poet within me releases a bougainvillea bouquet of unfiltered gratitude, swaying to th......

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...I am the birth of an unholy emancipation, watching dusk settle upon forbidden shores, unfolding sinister shadows, while ravens gather as harbingers of my arrival. Tonight I am th......

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...O beloved chevalier, cloaked in shimmering champagne armor, tonight I long to feel your sultry skin, embroidered with emerald embellishments and twinkling teal topaz, tailored to tempt, ......

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...And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing......

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...I was cursed with ink intoxicating blank canvases with toxic scribbles, releasing twisted tales of suppressed troubles. I was a forsaken ebony rose in satan's grasp, kneeling on ungod......

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...My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors. whilst searching for my sanity, I've become my own worst enemy. In this cauldron of despair, time is like sand in my hand - an oxymoron poetic paradox......

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...When tuscan tunes of twilight, cascade as clementine confetti, She searches for secret silhouettes, swirling to the symphony of sunflower serenades. In the midst of faded fields, marigold m......

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...Porcelain keys create Passionate sonatas Pitched in dulcet notes through Prewritten preludes that Piercingly vibrate when Pianists softly press ......

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... you … came to me today (from anon) wholly untold to your concerns but real enough … I was plodding the beach, tending wounds when you tossed your smile at me from a shrouded sun off white......

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...The day is a gray one and bitter cold Wind slapping my face piercingly bold The snow is icy white, the top layer is hard My forced footsteps leave the service scarred Not a sound is heard, nois......

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...Night in Lisbon Once, I went to a dance hall in Lisbon an awful place full of desperate middle-aged women hoping to catch a man, any man. Ah, for the horrible colours looking putrid on the ......

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...This harsh light, back on you Piercingly cruel aimed Is of no sun, though it burns In heart, as hot yes? And however thickly Shaded, walled off are For protection, there's just no Hung bough......

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...Ushering in the winter, auburn autumn is gone, the feathers of snow dance with the arctic wind, blowing piercingly across the blanched lawn where bare trees stand defoliated and thinned. A squa......

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...THE POETS AND THE HIGHLANDER A highlander stands alone on the crest of a high hill quietly playing the bagpipes stirring the tree branches in the mist of fog The sonorous dissonant sounds of ......

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