Triangular Poems - Poems about Triangular

I was bound by my bondage in my bondage I was bound; I have fallen I have fallen down to the ground now I'm crawling; Encapsulated inside the square I find myself around Creeping heaping installing encampment found so appalling What's that sound Relinquished now 4/8/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©...

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”You Can Become Dreamy In A Spa” (by Rainbow ?? Promise) Soft Erie-like musical strains - Guitars, flutes, banjos, violins Float in the Air with rhythmic flare. With rhythmic flare you lay bare, Soft lights, candle lit, flicker there, As Erie-like strains drone on. As Erie-like strains drone on Facial being done, masques run Dripping, nostrils squeezing, squeeze. Nostrils squeezed, can you breathe? Hot...

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up above the smooth triangular hill on edge of zenith's corner i stand still ...

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She wore a Cheshire grin, slowly munching the bite she'd snitched from his plate. "You took my point," he said. "Everyone knows, the point is the best part." We sat around the table, savoring pie, sipping coffee. He wore an indignant look, his fork pronged above her pie, too late, her own point already in her mouth. A new concept to me, but I have to...

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Not even sure if I'll keep this, just posting it to show off I'm still around...ish. ___________ Triangular Trees In the lands of the red maps Grows a crooked root, a tree With twisted arms in triangles Where the fruits were hanged Until quite ripe for cider press. But we can see it all from only half the view We can break and...

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I was caught in a triangle were four hearts were broken. Two were being played but four took cupids tokens. Two were speaking in secret while the others tried to hold true, both on opposite ends of the playing field who didn't have a clue. Our hearts ached and beat away from each desired direction. Thinking...

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The pyramids are the triangular prims of the Egyptian desert, monumental in height, and unsurpassable in endurance... works of the hands of the whip-lashed Hebrew slaves; no grief-striken faces were ever carved into them, but those voices still recede into their lamentation's songs. ...

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