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Sybaritic Poems - Poems about Sybaritic


A Sybaritic Soldier

Black and Smoke , Black and Smoke
I opened my eyes 
Rigid land , full of Red
I saw my comrades dead.
Severe injuries , without a pinch of pain
Strolled in the barren-garden of limbs and vain.
A thought of higher ups came to my mind ,
Even before the folks of mine.
I thought to myself “Even a stranger would
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Categories: sybaritic, dark, death of a
Form: Rhyme

Simians Seek Sybaritic Satiation

tens of thousands years ago
     (a figurative out in left field ball park figure)
     *****Sapiens (or the forebears of said species),
     deliberately sought sensate satisfaction

     with deliberate zeal
shucking clothes
     (perhaps just an animal pelt
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Categories: sybaritic, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse



Sybaritic Character Take the Stage

Sybaritic Character Take the Stage


The sensual sybaritic character of a man or a woman with a scarred heart, 
is something that we can say will grow over time and is never visible from the start.

Upon finding that person that makes you smile when they call, sad when they fall,
and make you want to conquer the
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Categories: sybaritic, sensual, surreal, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme

Sybaritic Character Take the Stage

Sybaritic Character Take the Stage


The sensual sybaritic character of a man or a woman with a scarred heart, 
is something that we can say will grow over time and is never visible from the start.

Upon finding that person that makes you smile when they call, sad when they fall,
and make you want to conquer the
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Categories: sybaritic, love, sensual,
Form: Rhyme

Sybaritic

Socializing, all day, until the cockcrow appears
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, with his peers
Brilliant suits, perfect look, for the lovely dears
A busy body…......here and there, lots of cheers
Rich in emotion, poor in action, everyone hears
Interesting life….....champagne, wine and beers
Tick tock tick tock, says the clock, lo......., it gears
It’s first to arrive, late to leave, some disappears
Chitchat….chitchat….the
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Categories: sybaritic, life, on work and
Form: Acrostic




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