Rustle Poems - Poems about Rustle

Step softly into the chamber of dreams, Where reality unravels at the seams. Close your eyes, let your senses unfurl, As imagination begins to whirl. Can you taste the colour of midnight blue? Or hear the silence of morning dew? Feel the texture of a distant star, As it whispers secrets from afar. Now, let your thoughts take flight, Soar beyond the bounds of...

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In the night that swallows distances with a rustle of wings, I let myself be carried over the vast expanse of whispering dreams, Seeking the holy light in the webs of destiny, On the edge of this abyss of melancholy that envelops me. I stand on the shore of thoughts, like a castaway of my own consciousness, And gaze into...

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In the tremble of the evening and the rustle of the unfinished letter, My aged hand, shrouded in the mist of memories, writes the last farewell, Under the blue cloak of celestial silence, waiting for the silent echo of your pride, A proud oblivion that dares not gamble with lost words. Seasons, stepping over us, corseted us in tombs...

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The rustle of bushes means what a squirrel in search of a nut -- something more sinister awaits the inquisitor...

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dreamless leaf’s twilight rustle... last mile requiem August : 13, 2020 Contest : 2-Line Poem-Ziket Sponsor : Line Gauthier...

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lavish tapestry of forest freed whispers to the wind seedling bursts of inspiration stir me to skip a breath insight the gift I recognize hushed voices to my ear opulence derives from within as rustle do the leaves Tribute to Octavio Paz "There, within, inside my head, the tree speaks" – The Tree Within AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on August 23, 2019 for...

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Shower of autumn leaves and acorns, And rustling sound as I stroll. Those mesmerising bubbles all-round, As I dive in the pool. And also, when, looking into his eyes, Silently, I can walk thousand miles. Yes! This is the poetry to me. The power to see the unseen! A lady dressed in pink, in my sight. With complementing accessory soaked in glittery white. And my...

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Paper rustle of your lips is not needed to her really, You're a knight, but your heart weeps, You were brave, why are you thrilling? You would strip your zealous sword, But there are no foes in moment, It would sing and say a word loudly-loudly without torment. And your ballads have no sense, You're not worthy for the beauty, All your deeds don't...

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awake early morn a rustle in my ivy adventurous cat ...

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Leaves now rustle beneath my feet As autumn gusts and blows, No vestige of summer's heat How I wished it though. As autumn gusts and blows All is bare and stark. Not a leaf upon a branch, No flowers in the park. All is bare and stark As winter comes a' calling. Soon to leave her signature, When snowflakes start a' falling. As winter comes a' calling, No...

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rattling, soft and muffled, rustling, warns of trouble stealthily sneaking up on you. Watch Out!...

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Singing with the radio, I tap the steering wheel in time with the music. I smile in anticipation, visualize myself dressed in the new threads. The light flares green, no time to stop. Wordless, her eyes beg. Her toothless smile is sad, her hands still, but for the cross she traces on her narrow breast. I feel her pain, a knife-thrust deep. The sign beside her spells her...

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The wind rustles through the boughs and branches...

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