Rounded Poems - Poems about Rounded

In the twilight of a crystalline night, under the rounded silence of moonlight, my thoughts flow like a river struggling within the banks of a poet's heart – they become an endless stream of melancholy, of extinguished stars and untouched dreams. There, where the echo of silence speaks, the inner voice whispers fragments of hidden truth, and each word...

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I would like dark chocolate, but I need you Cadbury alone won't do I'll climb the Himalayan for you, because When I'm with you, really with you Grand Central can come in, yet fade thin, as I bask with touch of you Fierce, yet mild well-rounded honeybee A die-hard Christian man forever, because, From Okinawa to Timbuktu, History's fiercest touch to your faith...

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our rounded sycamore symmetrically sound waiting to be drawn photographed by many the perfect model for a family tree in my grandma's yard I feel reverence and appreciation rounded sycamore...

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Rounded earth appeared when populated caravel of argonauts, dipped was in seas...

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I’ve got no beef with McDonald’s or Jack ‘n the Box weighing down American towns with greasy sacks in thin hospital gowns. They’re just a couple of clowns selling crack to cavalier carnies who’d like fries with that six thousand calorie corpulent noun with a large diet Coke to wash it all down. Where I live (Houston) everyone is fat. Me, you, black,...

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Rounded edges soon taking shape shine once glitter meets the seams year old troubles washed away but still fractured in empty dreams Colours dipped in virgin sand search out pebbles not yet missed distant glances roll from the sea send in surges sealing nature's kiss Night time dwells with lunar drifts shoreline pushed back with the breeze midnight memories soon dispersed rounded edges overcome life's bursts...

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If you give a man… a rounded stone He throws it at something If you give a woman… a rounded stone She grinds grain to make bread If you give a man… a clock He takes it apart to see how it works If you give a woman… a clock She displays it on the mantle If you give a man… a full...

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Responding to James Frasers' "Lips of Velvet Touch" With eyes of beauty Powder blue rounded petals Silky is her bum Jared Pickett........8/28/09...

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