Tinctures Poems - Poems about Tinctures

...‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden lilies and ravens dance together making mud puddles thick as salve caked on deep wounds stemming ......

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...At the most serene place where peace is sown, Our laughter mingles with the scent of meals, We unite, based on stories we have known, The telling of these fables still appeals. Many days we sle......

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...There's an eerie feeling in the air tonight. Voices in the distance seem full of fright. Crisp cold winds that blow chilling to the bone... leaves rustling in the darkness, unknown. Silence ev......

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...Old Glory has Something He Wants to Say By – Roger White The dawn’s first sunlight crests over the eastern horizon. A midnight dark sky leisurely changes tinctures: blue becomes purple, bright a......

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... Bursting shades of fire ember sweet desire an Orange Jubilee, bathing in the sun Wild charmed poppies, blushing sunsets paprika colored dahlias blowing in the wind; Nostalgic golden ......

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... “Upon Waking” Slumber has its upsides while the outside runs around like a split fowlyard, cacophonous pecking at each other and at the ground… Elsewhere, like d......

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...Written on 27 September For: No. 1244 New Poem Only Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand The Quadricolour Let us......

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...I'm the roving reporter on the move again (despite having a cold I had to take the children to gymnastics and because I'm disorganised I'm crossing several lanes of traffic on foot whilst the......

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...Lunar phases of deepest thoughts Fasi lunari dei piu' profondi pensieri The unwritten absence of your beautiful soul, before you entered my world— I closed my eyes to the sparkling tinctu......

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...on endless summer days winter's feeble sun apothecary of toxic tinctures phantom of the night......

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...Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors. It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and the strong caress of flesh on flesh, defying death. It is most certainly Spring wit......

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... "The Call of the Grimoire" when Exalibur was retrieved from the rock, then foolishly and irretrievably lost in that dreadful battle most worthless ......

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...Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” Matthew 8:20 NIV PLACE OF RESPITE Cheek-tinge of pink daw......

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...Contraire by Michael R. Burch Where there was nothing but emptiness and hollow chaos and despair, I sought Her ... finding only the darkness and mournful silence of the wind entangling ......

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...The sky, so overwhelming.. it simply beckons, grabs you..draws you to its changing colors.. The sky shifts with the sun, that skims across like a Winter of Alaskan full moons in the twiligh......

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