Spurting Poems - Poems about Spurting

...Weary Is My Mind I promise, I swear, I will never, I will always That blaring sentiment of a pattering ghost that I detest Among the empty hollowing of her mouth and eyelids There lies darkness......

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...As the wind cascades out in a frenzy motion Nephophilia, a thudder crave Exclamation is a sudden urge Since soft cotton candies switches to pastels and iridescents Looking up close Still im......

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...I BREATHE In the beginning, new to this world I breathe, and probably cry in shock Then the search for mother’s breast Some comfort restored, a life to live And in the spurting growth of you......

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... With the melodic cadence of my fervent heart, pulsating with the charming tinsels of mesmeric night, gleamed my love for you with the enticing tinge, suffused with the sequins of the argen......

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... Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "Save Me Tonight ( I'll Be Waiting)" You’ve left me, traced the trail of melting mirage, I feel deserted like the desolate sands of dune. How sadly my pent-......

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...I live in every man's struggles. I lose myself in the crowd; Everyone has a story of loss, Of a childhood that ended abruptly, Transmogrified into juvenile gods, Worshipping, genuflecting, react......

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... With empty capacious cauldrons the living entities arrive arrogant, and depart organically desolate. In between they turn into instinctive greed slaves to snatch the unearned fortunes, ......

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... True feelings concealed craftily beneath the sheath of surfeit psyche, fragile fantasy of self sanguinity fostered by the colors of chameleon skin, evoke emotions surreptitious, pretentiou......

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...Here I sit composing juices spurting spewing, gushing, splashing, dripping every wall! like Mount Etna awakened my mind erupting with poetic genius like Roman Candles on 4th of July u......

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...From Nabob of Junagarh, of Nizam— Collecting tax on cotton and the kind, The taxing job having strained of my calm, I’d stayed at a quiet place, though haunted And scary, a lovely place no le......

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... With empty capacious containers the living entities arrive arrogant and depart desolate, in between turn into greed slaves to snatch the unearned fortune, getting sucked spellbound w......

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... The span of life decreases is the wage of sin suffocates. The bite of the apple's flesh rots within my soul with the seeds of death sprouting within my being Eternity mocks my meager bod......

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... In your glaring eyes I see an inferno of anger within, you splutter words of malicious mind like the acid rain, as sane senses turning into ember ashes rise in my view. I don’t aban......

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...O singing strings of my violin heart let the vibrant breeze of mellifluous air embrace your deep rosewood skies orchestrated in dulcet warmth…. Childhood can be ......

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...Colonel Volkov would surely impress the lovely Anastasia His limousine driver pulled up at the Palace of the Czar Taking lovely Anastasia by her dainty hand Volkov would introduce h......

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