Ravels Poems - Poems about Ravels

...The word fine is the frame of a pistol that grips to callused hands When you think of the word fine as an answer, you move your finger to trigger ready to shoot a lie When you hear the word fine i......

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...Be mine until the sun dies Be mine until the oceans flood Be mine until the moon falls ......

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...In your eyes my dear blue oceans ravels and in your hair night get lost Between your lips a poet lose his words and vanquish his thoughts A circulation of a full moon I see in your face and a bree......

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...the dependency that ravels the questions and answers to be direct in the nationality of all that pertains to the moment of course and depends on the instructions of the force that enlightens t......

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...Catching Pisces He peddles alchemized wood Along the outdoor corridor, Milk-crate mounting as students skim by, Heeding not his lifelong stock. Sweat leaks from his palette. He searches t......

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...It’s not every day that you see a smile on my face I wake with a sadness on days of sunshine I get up, wear a butterfly necklace for inspiration that ravels me in an inner place of peace. I am at a s......

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...A room outside A room outside the complex weary mind that ravels to its tether A secret domain that is free of memories and condition forever A simple space with which to design without weight o......

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...To think God had a plan for me All woven in a tapestry, Perhaps with golden thread. Every time I’ve turned to ask Somehow I’ve learned to do the task Toward which I’ve been led. Ravels from wil......

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...There is one who is coming unto, yet he is already amongst the all. He is who is of concepts that consist of alien influence, parallel paragraghs and immortal scriptures. The acquaintance of such a b......

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...I love to write on facebook. Friends on there know I do. I skip gaming distractions. I chat with folks like you! We post our pretty pictures. And write our poems below. Sometimes some friendl......

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...Sitting here thinking After just talking with you, My heart no longer sinking, I, no longer feeling blue. Ravels bolero, Playing ever so softly, The flute as the nightingale, Such a beautif......

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