Tepidly Poems - Poems about Tepidly

... Why do you show me such treasure, only to deprive me. When you are gone, smoke fills the air, I'm misplaced in the mist of misery, w a n d e r i n g helplessly lost, masking melancholi......

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...Alabaster streaks of warmth in its dewy first glow, tepidly stirring the senses, as my gaze roams to the trickle of ebony beads; in the distance, chimes of granular dustings, with fragran......

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...A poem unlived is a poem merely written -- sustenance our words let the body digest with heartfelt regurgitation – a poem unlived is a poem merely written as well as tasty center, a hea......

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...I put to you a tale of two sheep tepidly beside themselves with fraught. Now who was who and which was which... It simply matters not. But suffice to say, they were both dismayed For the amelior......

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... "The Familiar" Softly ever so Softly on hardened paws Nemesis follows the Red Apple scent of Her sword a peony pink pocket flushed......

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...But it's Thursday, the alarm clock rang and a nightingale squawked down in Hoxton Square. A jump start to the day to which I will pay a price. Eyes still feeling sleep gritty and movin......

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...How Dare We Ever So Boldly Speak Out Let me write in obscure and chaotic words stirring waters tepidly unknown Yet my spirit refuses to admire such birds or the massive flattery they are now sh......

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...“You play on my every weakness from my past, As a heart-wrenched spirit of truth caresses your comrades They are perturbed as you are by the magnificent light, To challenge your heart, is to rend......

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...Deep breath in slowly let it out Don’t forget the ten count Nausea begins to rise From some depth unrecognized Churning into anger Blatantly right before my eyes This deceit has no problem being sp......

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...I love the smell of coffee on my nose I feel the energy at my fingertips One sip dark and ripe like the reddest rose I admire the way I brew the tender the roast Beans black and ground to dusty grit......

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...THAT WHICH GRACE GRANTS (d. I hold you responsible for these flowery, non- descript and vehemently sterile style of poetry!) Two gathered stars became her eyes The moon was her halo shown She......

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