Spun Poems - Poems about Spun

droplets of water find relief on spun silken ~ webs of fortitude ...

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It's hard to lose someone who was never really yours to love. ...

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her wings are spun carnival glass effervescent, ethereal, evidence of heaven’s love she is the messenger, to sooth us ahead of time so death will not be unexpected and unkind...

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Is this how love’s day spring suddenly becomes night? I’m a helpless victim imprisoned in the night. How many souls have you captured oh, enchantress? Your purple garden blossoms to bring trailing night. An accomplished and long-gone pretty Delilah, The Philistines still stand at my door every night. I’m held in the visions of the fragrance of love, This love she has...

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her wings are spun carnival glass effervescent, ethereal, evidence of heaven’s love she is the messenger, to sooth us ahead of time so death will not be unexpected and unkind...

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Honey-Child That Sweet-Spun Gift, You Don't Want To Miss She cried, "Please write a sonnet that bites my butt" Dear poet, I give you whiskey, my mouth stays shut With that you may be lucky, I send a french kiss Honey-child that sweet-spun gift, you don't want to miss! In it I place marsh-mellow licks and tiger hugs Bring you a...

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Today is broken so I’ll cry, they say each day’s a new start; Spray that sunshine on your face, grey clouds for now I’ll fall apart; One by one stars light up the gloom, done with thoughts that constrict me; Spun gold starts with a comet’s crash won the battle I choose to be free....

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Has old Mark Rutter, been spun to the gutter? Have reason begun now to be seen? Is he sad for The bad? Are the Dutch now glad? Is the national scene; more serene? Will They send him some clogs? Or let loose The dogs? I guess it renains to be seen? Maybe he'll turn to the dykes? Dredge the Sludge quite...

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She was a grandmother, and my Mother. Who cared for her grand-daughter, like no other. Bought her new clothes, new shoes. Mother never sang,"I'm too sick, or tired," She funded my daughter's swimming and tennis lessons. They were not cheap, these summer sessions. She treated my daughter like a little queen. Even got her a new canopied bed that was so princess-fully supreme. She...

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SPUN POETRY gossamer-soft    breathtakingly glossy never threadbare colossal    reasonant a sense of     atonement in tapestry    fragments stiched as one sacrosanct in visible sutures of passing relentlessness THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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Equipped with pen, designing this script Gripped again as winding words dip Baring my essence with ink unsparingly Sharing secrets that slide smooth to daringly Facing a rendition of untainted passion Tracing ambitions awaited in caption Captured liquid flow of ink put to paper Raptured text knows in suspended vapor Faint the structures obscured in parallels Painted in...

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Once upon a time as this paragraph beings, the first sentence leads to the end. My intentions intending these words that I'm sending to you as a friend I extend. If you have an ear that you can hear with right here then would you lend, as for me an ear of corn I will send. You can...

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I Have Spun Tapestries Of Golden Words I have walked paths from dawn's glowing birth across oceans spanning earth's massive girth, from mountains scratching on high, heavenly skies to mysterious realms others oft deny. A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space. Eagerly seeking her vanishing face. I have spun tapestries of golden words sang ditties with most beautiful songbirds, swam in wondrous lakes with...

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I took you into my arms, to ask about tomorrow But then you went and stole my heart, from dreams of yesterday Reaching deep inside my pain, you took away the sorrow All hurt now gone and future spun —the present here to stay (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)...

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Spun Angelic Embrace  It took just one second in those gentle arms! I was your hopeless victim in the spiderweb of your charms. Caught willingly in those gossamer threads, You spun me wih great joy,  Then took me in your heavenly strands. I still remain your willing prisoner till my very last breath, Totally, in love with you and absolutely....most Unafraid of death. Your, Panagiota June 15, 2019 8:15pm PST ...

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