Sylph Poems - Poems about Sylph

.... normally mine artist hearz smellz feelz thuh morn'ninz crisp this early spring yet this a.m. ......

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...Firefly We were sleeping on balmy nights Blinds were awakening in sticky October People were waiting and whispering during the flight Mob was ecstatic and somber. Sylph, a beautiful nymph em......

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.... from thuh straps draping hern shoulders it's linen flowing unto hern hip's limb'z tramp's digits ......

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... Written: February 1st, 2025 For contest by Sponsored by: Brian Strand ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tethered to a wick, flickering in......

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...My springtime blood did flow a river’s rush in stream bed’s cradle anchored to the land as dreams rode jet streams to the cirrus strand. I grew beneath the nimbus, thunder-lush but autumn’s d......

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...The queen of the daylight lurks likes memories. Then is gone her silky array of words in Bangla Disappearing fast as the blue king of the night in Hindi, She regains her place, moves back and forw......

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...As I pivot to confront my offspring, I anticipate the sight of terror etched in their innocent eyes, a reflected horror that would mirror the abyssal darkness that has long resided within me. Inst......

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...Birthday of beloved buxom babe I betrothed Pardon my hyperbole if in fact such embellishment can be sifted out amidst the pretentious poetry and/or prose NOT aired to appear superior, but more so ......

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...Bonfire fly it’s light high into the nigh A flicker where I see you countenance Ironically to splay the feast In that glimmer Something simmered Two never be released Touch me, rub me, kissy ......

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...An abattoir, a hymn of scythes severing flesh, is sung mellifluously by a siren with onyx scales. Bubbles in the twilight abyssal depths, a symphonic orchestra of eels gavotte. Orbs watch at these pr......

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...Lest I halt this pervasive thought that’s wiggling in to perform something indescribably ineffable. As repose in this boudoir, my ossuary exudes a graveolent aura, a baleful lust for the necromantic.......

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...The trick is to be grateful when your mood is high and graceful when it is low. Richard Carlson ____________________________________________________________ <>...

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...I could feel the rhythm of my obscure thoughts in sync sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror I glimpse deeply in the reflection of the nymph somehow I outwit the quixotic hold of the sylph, frig......

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...“I can hear my muse whispering tenderly in my ear. There is a story that wants to be told, and I'm merely its chosen vessel.” ......

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...When the Moon fell in love with the night, Her luminous knight held her ebony hand, And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight She wears a crown of constellations, a breath-taking sight, A......

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