Sprinkled Poems - Poems about Sprinkled

In a land to the east unseen by man nor beast There lived a magical folk from the mountains Where only love was taught and only joy was sought And everyone drank from crystal fountains A wee folk it is true but their hearts only grew Till they swelled too big for their chests to contain So they shared...

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On a nameless night, under a sky sprinkled with extinguished stars, Thoughts trickle like oil in the engine of an old dream, And I, a lost acrobat, sway on the thin thread of life, Trying to grasp in my palms the essence of a world that smolders quietly. You don't have to write to feel poetry in your veins, It's...

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On a velvet night, under a sky sprinkled with stardust, realism, like a broken mirror, fails to reflect the whole truth, it diminishes reality, thins it out, falsifies it, losing its essence, it does not take into account our fundamental truths and deep obsessions: love, death, wonder – all lost in the shadows of reason. Man, presented in a reduced...

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In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand, Evening descends upon my old and warm soul, Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer, As the approach of autumn whispers again in the jingle of copper leaves. My knees, never masters of the paths we'd still wander, Bend under the weight...

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Taking him to a garden, She sprinkled flowers on him. He mistook it for child’s play! Now, she’s someone’s wife!! Vo dee oh doe Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues 1st place...

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I can hear the Peace settling on our beloved,earthly lands. As if sifted, and sprinkled, by God’s own precious hands. On peaks and valleys, its joy is most generously spread. As we kneel in gratitude, next to our warm, welcoming Christmas beds. ...

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Pink as the sunset high above indigo and rose sprinkles on caramel; Now go on take a bite; Killing with slow acting poison sounds like the stuff of fairytales; Placated with sugar like arsenic rolled into the sweetness of your skin; Ingested with every bite , a silent mark nothing destroy dreams of happily ever after; Kidnapped but always were...

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Sprinkled Stardust In Her Long Flowing Hair In bright moonlight I saw her standing there Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair She looked just like an angel to me If only this country-boy she could see Looking for love and a heart bold and true And happiness, with a future with you 'neath canopy of glittering sweet stars She would be my...

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My husband wants his ashes sprinkled Right in Central Park. He’s picked the spot and hopes that I Find that specific mark. Of course, I hope I predecease So someone else will do it. In that case, he’ll have my request And hope that he hops to it. For I would like the gardens near The river to embrace What’s left of me, for that...

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Magician Whizdo had a Vegas act he pulled a Great Dane out of a hat. One night the dog had the urge he sprinkled the crowd with a surge. Whizdo escaped town and won't be back....

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The smell of green grass after rain A silky texture was added to the moisturized air gently touching my skin Listening to a Bossa Nova and the calming waves Espresso with a little whipped cream Cinnamon is sprinkled on top My dear cat Jemima, meowed That was her reply to my sneeze “That music isn't your taste! What’s the matter with...

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Salt Sprinkled This whole thing should come to a halt; Finally would find reason and the fault; Dander raised; No one praised; Salt had been sprinkled on top of the Alt. James Horn After listening to latest news about Charlotte riot and statues....

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The Petal-Sprinkled Path The petal-sprinkled path We walked together The lip-sharing math In the cherry weather We walked together Time flew with lightning speed In the cherry weather Witnessed by the moss and weed Time flew in lightning speed We knitted the tales of lips Witnessed by the moss and weed Through an ocean moved the ships We knitted the tales of lips Amidst of ancient...

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THE BLOOD SPRINKLED ROAD He trudged down the road with the cross that He bore, His back had been bleeding, His body was sore. The Romans had whipped Him with the scourge many times, The men who had done it had not been very kind. They wounded His body, now He bore all of the load Of my sin as He...

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monsoon clouds hover over my burdens and pains wafting breeze lilts..."fly!" fly to your destiny - sprinkled hopes came with the rain 03.08.2016...

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