Pique Poems - Poems about Pique

SILHOUETTE (21/23) — PIQUE Mood swings Devoid of meaning; Confront conflict ~~~~~ Here I place My face to trace A touch of grace As mystic wit Floods lavish fit Here I stand To understand And comprehend How time and space Contain pure grace ~~~~~~~~~ Leon Enriquez 08 January 2021 Singapore...

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dawn explosion of color ~ angel’s and flower’s spectacular yellows, pinks, cerulean blue ~ still charcoal gray sky if i look outside, my eyes depressed by a sunless sketch. 1/30/2020...

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Cast not your pride With curious tides Look to your soul For a sure whole Feel the hollow As thought mellows To purge your pain Live not in vain Vain thoughts bring more Of pain that spores In a vain pique Empty makes sick At journey’s end Death is your friend Leon Enriquez 17 December 2017 Singapore...

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Prize profound poise Craft clever choice Dream dazzling dare Stretch sublime stare Live lovely lines Feel fragrance fine Ask amply apt Watch wonder wrap Jazz joyful jest Frame funny fest Wander wise wit Fill frenzy fit Live laughter loud Ply profound proud Dance dreamy draft Charm cheery craft Wear witness well Daze drizzles dwell Treasure true times Rich ripples rhyme Sense salty sea Bright blessing be Leon Enriquez 31 May 2017 Singapore...

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Fancy speaks as fancy can See if you can understand Sorry pokes as sorry can To attempt now to befriend Worry jerks as worry can A silly sorry work grand Leon Enriquez 20 April 2017 Singapore...

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Fancy floats free Bright blessings be Lift lovely laugh Seek sunny stuff Pique pleasure poise Calm cheeky choice Set simple say Pick pickled play Success styles sweet Mauve moments meet Laughter lifts looks Bright bubbles book Rush romantique Boost bright boutique Leon Enriquez 08 September 2016 Singapore...

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In these deep woods, poetry brews rich dark Like dark coffee, acidic on tongue_ cheek I could say deep dark remarks on tales embark Write poem, for you have put me in a pique From the deep dark forest draw ravens black Let them feed upon your brain's carrion For it is dead, vile, let them eat your flack Your cadaver...

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