Stow Poems - Poems about Stow

...Her hair black as the hills of oil, and thick as the forest of toil. Adonis, with large palms, works hard, to win her heart, under armed guard. Her father keeps her chaste; in stow. Charms’ lo......

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... “Lost, special treasures truly break our hearts- more so, those honed by our creative arts .” _by Poet So sad th......

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... “Escaping from life’s wasteland into the serene introspective depth within I discover the treasure of emerald bliss” – Quote by Poet Walking in weary steps along the amber wilder......

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...Precedent setting the stage for kerning and tracking piqued my interest Just before logging off for the day, and ready to boogie out of the joint an email landed squarely in my inbox cordially ......

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...A life of things. Material and meaningless objects. I know that the contents are trivial but what am I without the case? What have I to show for myself and my life? A pack of cigarettes I stow......

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...I have forsaken all to be with thee might those I had created and there mothers be secondardary to my needed now I may speak of in tenses that I have curse the foods of her table as (wHoop:......

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... In the calm spaces of thump ripples three gossamer shadows gather, each a whisper of what once was, three stories spilled, but which is true? The first speaks of love, it......

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...From a little flame that started slow I've watched it as it grew in glow I hope one day that I can show How much I really love you so From the deepest depths where oceans flow To the highest ......

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... Floating in the flash flood of divesting dissonance pervasive, I see a verdant valley carved out within the entity of lonesome me, drifting away with the desolate sigh, displaced from t......

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...chasing the heat haze on the highway smoking a spliff while "let it roll” plays praying to feel your touch by Friday without adding another cross on the byway I haven’t seen the world ......

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...My father bought a Willys Jeep When I was just a kid. My mother took one look at it And man, she flipped her lid. A station wagon was the car He’d told her he would buy. To him, they were equ......

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... In the meta-versed binaural wish song beats, skid row streets of the bottomless pits of Metropolis/ Thebes, you are quardoned off and printed in a likeness wronged-vaped, winged to the w......

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... In a place where the fog pillows a dreamscape of the hidden en trance wallows its hallows. To swallow re view of, the mind and the billows, a wind of a kind. Of surfkis......

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... One mystic blue night dead still, I’ll steal the silver full moon, break it into sharp shards, and stow them in the backyard under the shadow of the creepy cloud. The dark devils will en......

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...In full moon frame hungry wolf silhouettes bark, a cloudy castle on hazy hill top looms in the dark. Through the rusty steel gate a figure in black cloak comes out as the creepy grips of o......

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