Rouged Poems - Poems about Rouged

...Cold is the tittering of befitted feet Cold is the meagre meanders of falling fractals Cold is the twinge of bitter blues upon reeling retreats Cold is the roiling retch of frostbitten flesh Col......

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...Upon the open plain, they're free and happy purity of their heart drum beats for the scarcity of black powdered sins the abundance of peace. Rouged snowflakes descend the buffalo are runni......

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...Soiled sinners lecturing on the art of being pristine. Innocents retreats to black pits and dank seams God tucked away the ivory ring and red lantern very few are rescued from the darkness within......

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...(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb) We’re powdered city girls heading into a club, bright orchids entering the hothouse spreading fun with noblesse oblige, qua somethings su......

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...Silently she arrived on rain bowed streams, in shamrock eyes. She filled the ponds and fluffed the blossom stuffed milkweed pods with puffs of cotton. She nudged chorus frogs from emerald dreams......

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... A rouged sky paints a clown's face, on a dawn rising moon. The open earth, that not closed in by brooding trees, but is as spread-out acres, where the hush and harken darken eyes and ears, ......

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...Summer's green vistas sang a farewell tune as bare limbs gently swayed in a chill wind. It swept o'er hills, beneath a harvest moon, filching leaves; a theft it could not rescind. Autumn is gil......

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...Dark denizens of the night gathering in ill-lit backrooms haunts of the night They tease each other with rouged cheeks, their mascara their pimply breasts, shaved legs ......

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...I'm blessed to have landed in mother's quilted arm. To romp in a sandbox with other blessed hearts. I'm blessed to have a gentle souled father. Who dusted off a cluster of first heartaches. Pulle......

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...tropical raindrops in the open orchid labial portals loosely folded a rouged acceptance a decorative wheelbarrow as green as wet moss tilts to see small pungent gardens listen to......

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...Early Poems XVI The Beautiful People by Michael R. Burch They are the beautiful people, and their shadows dance through the valleys of the moon to the listless strains of an ancient tune. ......

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...Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all. - Emily Dickinson My search for gold dust glow in harvest ......

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...Translucent turquoise tide pools soft shimmer on the sand, mirrors for vain seagulls, bathtubs for crusty crabs. The tide slap lapping on the beach, cavorting up and down the shore with sounds ......

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...Images from a cogged apparatus. Fingertips toggle milled brass abreast a concertinaing leather. Tripodal spread, pegged legs. Women paused in pose, a gilded stillness. A plump bosom peek-show......

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... "Through the Vicious Eyes of Love" All is fair in love and war or so they say; why so as saints, mothers go through the course of w......

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