Rara Poems - Poems about Rara

...Pensar Àquela pessoa que vê com “seus próprios olhos e pensa com seu próprio cérebro” pode ser rara, podem ser desconhecidas, mas, movem o mundo e fazem mais e mais.......

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...Back then, time ticked loudly, clocks ran faster than chipmunks. Young bones were fueled by green grenades, I needed speedbumps for my brain. Mother said that If I lived to be a man I would be a......

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...Hallelujah la planta de tus pies; Desde la tierra santa has pisado Arnes debajo de las alas alrededor de tu hermoso cuello, usas la mosca con Hallelujah, ; Los labios acariciadores rara......

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...Like all things related to screwballs and misfits I was born looking for a word inside a clock. Back then, time ticked loudly, clocks ran faster than chipmunks. Young bones were fueled by gr......

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...(Best read with this poem's theme music playing) "BLACK SWAN THEORY" Free Agent Black Swan Theory White Pearl rolling in Some kind of Bla......

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...I believe in you. Our souls streaked through a dark night You touched me As we crossed each others wind whipped tales. One thousand leagues,watery expanse Distance us. Our pen and transcenden......

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...Hey there Avidian who do you think you are? Some rara avis eminently gifted? a New Age prophet with memory that learns and yearns to grow? Ovidian offspring of eminent domain? The yeuk ......

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...Inspiração Inspiração, Jóia rara, Unidade na trindade! Joia do Encantamento, Da Vontade, Da fé. Inspiração e imaginação, nasce num momento, no momento da história no momento sincero,......

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... A response written after reading "You've changed my life completely" by Jadazzle United For Jan and Darren (Soulmates sint rara et mirabile) Love is such a frag......

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...Such is her beauty of the mind Where words that sparkle from the pen Ease one’s plight, that which is blind Ease that which, the down fall of men. Truth across the seas the ocean Here on soup wh......

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...The province of delayed gratification Poetry is dead. There is now no appetite for deep reflection In this far from limpid pool. Abhorrent is meditation To the present lords of all misrule. ......

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