Renascent Poems - Poems about Renascent

... In desolate wasteland of deprivation, sauntering languidly with my indigent life, I tried tolerantly for so long to smoothen the angularities of our beleaguered bond. Swirling in the......

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... Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ with serendipitous moans—ocean lulls It's russet embers ......

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...In the desolate wasteland of deprivation Traversed listlessly by my indigent life I tried so very hard for so long To smoothen the angularities of our bond. Swirling in the egregi......

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...The mist of the dew smokes my vision before the shadows that penetrate my mind because of your fallacies, felonies and fallible conviction; that with notable ghostings they falsify your reason......

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...************************************************************ Annunciations renascent bird in verve, upon an amulet wire my eyes do see!? Animated, amid the sunburst branches as fluttering its t......

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...Illustrious phallus! Therein procreation, the urge for a bedfellow, To yearn for the delight and gnaw not bashfully, Seeking the unfound renascent song, faithful-song, Gross poems like lemon t......

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...The Journey To save the criss-cross that lay ahead, Set in epoch the traveller throng along, With equestrian gallantry to solve the puzzle, In divine supplication to attain the obligation. An......

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...Spring is the season when Nature is renascent, replenishing hope... Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci......

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...Poets have an invisible friend, a source of steady comfort, of reliable joy; this is a companion whose trustworthiness is transcended by images and sentiments; always there to inspire the busy p......

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...Youth I say now, How? Is it possible renascent. One cannot understand, one cannot remake. Can one pay for others crimes and mistakes? So sad to remember the impact just now . For decades have ......

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..."Wonder no more . . ." breathed the Willow to me Beneath the shaded sun in the dying of day "I love you . . ." my whisper born to her Under the smoldering of day In the sight of the Big Bear ......

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...ODE TO THE BATH-HOUSE Vladimir Vysotsky God, bestow on us your salvation, God, your blessing bestow on us, When we, dirty, begin the lavation, Washing spirit and flesh in the bath! Mot......

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