Signalled Poems - Poems about Signalled

...Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child... courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight while he took tea and crumpets within mistress......

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...Your soul have signalled you feel better So you could call, or message me I check my box if there’s your letter To realize again that sea That lies between us, is too deep The earth is bordered ......

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...Birthday of beloved buxom babe I betrothed Pardon my hyperbole if in fact such embellishment can be sifted out amidst the pretentious poetry and/or prose NOT aired to appear superior, but more so ......

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...Goodbye and good riddance 2023 Commencement writing this poem began December 31st: 2:24 PM ended December 31st: 03:53 PM. The best geriatric effort I apply twittering, ushering, and albeit......

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...Restful by the window, drawn to a scent, subtle, euphoric, fragrance of delight, presence surrendered, granting love consent, drawn into a domain, full of God’s light. This immersion signalled ......

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...The Pods - Chilling Scifi Poetry Fear, you are weightier than gravity in pulling the stomach to the ground. Rotors slowed and sound waned as the helicopter sided, meeting the concrete in a ......

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... Eerie Midnight …walking through empty field, found three strange witches asking me to yield, abominable they looked, brewing, following their book! had no choice but to those creatures I kneel......

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...Baptised in an ethereal vibration, in as a transfiguration of my soul, subtle tingling of body cell’s gyration, signalled intent to make my presence feel whole, enabled by slow motion bli......

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... I dream dreams in rhymes and verses, A poet's blessing in curses, Vague images pop up in sleep, Words in jumbles assault me deep; I dream dreams in rhythmic fragments, Though......

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...There was something about the wee hours that inspired him, There was something about the tenderness of the day that invigorated him, The silence buoyed him to a new world, The ambience brighte......

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...The howling winds of March Furious gusts of air mightily blow bestirring anchored poet sitting comfortably numb securely strapped in his hard to maneuver easy bath chair while all around him ......

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...My ebbing physical prowess and strength noticeably decreases in one direction. I take lock, stock and barrel to revisit good ole days of yore quite conscious undeclared state of war prevail......

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...FRAGILITY reorientated &displayed in rigorous  sharp lines top &bottom  stripes with  ragged ends rectified in the  vertical signalled detailed  illustrated then   enlivened in par......

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...I saw him daily while I was walking He wore a blue uniform with white cap ......

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...Eerie Midnight …walking through a field, find three witches asking me to yield, around a cauldron abominable they look, Wonder wh......

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