Tiled Poems - Poems about Tiled

... A paraphrase is shadow's child, slinking in hallway white tiled. It wears the shape, fills not the skin, Echoes of fullness are lost within. It carries a bag of phrases worn, Tired entrails ......

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...“Keep knocking as hard as one can and wait patiently before the closed gate is the best way to enter it. But find if it is a gate to perdition or salvation.”- By Poet On a late evening......

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...Sear my heart, O rampant rage! Simmer deep within! Scour, devour this rusty cage! What it takes to win... As below, thus up above? Not in this fair world. Raptor hawk, guard well the dove? D......

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...Growing up, you dream of Prince Charming— the one who’ll set your heart free. Spinning in hope, you wait for the one who’ll love you right. And then he comes. He’s charming, alright— with s......

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...Knights of the nebula pond? Kingdom Gone, return. Witch and wizard, wave thy wand! Tamarind taciturn... Knight errant by lightning struck? O for help to call! Cult black magic, I've got truck......

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... Portraits of hedgehogs on his grimy tiled walls Pete did for good taste what heat does for snow balls Though a weird kind of charm lay on his carpeted floor Not hed......

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...We emerged from Grand Central Station, Both ill, alarmed at our situation Like two invaders, erupting forth My twin went south, and I went North I jaywalked reckless nearly hit by a car. Then s......

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..."Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet Flitting through the pages of an old album, Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, ......

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...Morning comes alive and the sound of fire crackers erupted in the skies; the traffic began to flow smoothly and I could hear a distance sound resonating in the background and as I get closer to my de......

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...No alarms, lying deep. Catching the last morning's dream. Water, caliente, opening the pores. Hot Earl Grey, coffee that bends a spoon. Citric hollandaise, spinach, asparagus. A sunshine of eg......

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...When Mr negativity comes and you open the door, you find his friends along with him occupying your mind. Mr. Negative, Mr.Despair, Mr Despondency all are thieves They steal happiness and peace and......

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... A cold wind. Whatever was here has fled inside or has curled up in a corner somewhere out of sight and gone to sleep. Footpaths are tiled in the wet, skeletal remains of leaves and tree tru......

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...It was an old tiled house that I was born, My mother grappled to give birth to me, That night was the worst one for weself ......

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...Whilst pensive and serene and seated on the loo contentedly having my morning number two my serenity was shaken torn asunder by a massive mistake a terrible blunder someone had installed ......

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...Crystal clear, the acrostic cube of words, underneath the surface lie patterns undisturbed. Brilliantly crafted, a grid to be revered, endlessly challenging, with solutions to be cleared. Multi......

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