Serrated Poems - Poems about Serrated

...My breath is heavy from the clannish dusts Inhaled at midnight when the clock strikes late With the tone of severe darkness. I hasten to the atmosphere of languor, Capturing the scene of the rise......

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...Cash strapped despondent citizen banker in unrelenting deep purple Depeche Mode crisis... the yeast you could do for a crusty and crabby old man, (who I know like the back of my clawed hand),......

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...Cash strapped despondent citizen banker in unrelenting deep purple Depeche Mode crisis... the yeast you could do for a crusty and crabby old man, (who I know like the back of my clawed hand),......

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...sharp, serrated scissor snips jagged little feather clips bold blue and gold fold to the floor more & more wings strive to grow torn & shorn, uneven flow flap & flap, too trapped to fly upo......

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...Sometimes I wonder, if I’m wasting my seconds trying to prove love lasts longer when you drown it with gin. Her ghost circles back— again, again— the Poppy wears a saccharine, serrated gr......

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... “The silence fades with a soft embrace” in the undulating landscape with swerving life stream. The concert of murmur cascades with mesmeric melody in the rapture ripples of the whispe......

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... We love to be victims. We wear our damaged hearts on bloodied sleeves. We cherish the buried shrapnel with serrated edges, that lies deep within, in time-lapse lockets, waiting to be unlocked, ......

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...What stings like wasps in hives, Of trying minds' regret, Invasive blips, flash frozen pictures, Recalls, counterfeit, Serrated icy sickled thoughts, In glaciated snow, Dread the warmth, the tr......

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... The splendor of blossoming flower lies in the petals of the unfurling buds, as the shower of spring’s spectrum of colors saturates the latticed wings of butterflies. Their charm surrounds the......

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...The strongest flour The oil, the yeast Combined in love Before the feast Salt From Celtic shores afar With waters warmed The ideal spar For microbes' Fertive final frenzy The rising fee......

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...My Father’s Hand! My father left me when I was a baby and all that remained of him… was his hand! The hand that edged its way into the last photo he took of me! As I grew, I used to study tha......

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...Serrated swathes of overwhelming savage gusts without compassion, directionless dilatory daydreamer that I am ostensibly vulnerable, to the serendipitous intrusion at a wispy sapphire cloud flacc......

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... down the desiccated spine of the sepia valley scouring the serrated slopes of the jagged rocks you disappeared like a swan ......

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... "Album Daylight by Jonathan Patterson" - Quote by Poet In the precinct of sprawling emptiness, curved out by the contours of desolation, the spreading daylight of prime promise bursts w......

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...“When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.” – Lauren Eden born to the purple no one to guide or support love sought cold comfort in all that surro......

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