Trimeric Poems - Poems about Trimeric

Each mote of dust that floats airborne eddies on the light cool balmy breeze ushered from wide open window fragrancing the house with summer scents. Eddies on the light cool balmy breeze, posies perfuming and performing petals swishing by outside, free and alive. Ushered from wide open window pollen clouds wafts and wanes settling a scintilla of ochre magic, sill deep. Fragrancing the house with...

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Can you feel heels and laughter spin, rotating and dizzy on scattered dots? Throwback beat in the air is blasting music and bodies stay in circulation. Rotating and dizzy on scattered dots, nothing can compare to this dance. Melodic transfusion revitalizes the soul. Throwback beat in the air is blasting, a snapshot of every couple before them. Longing electrifies those neon...

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How funny, I only pretended to sleep. Even while you were talking about me. Such a perfect pout twisted up the truth, I may be young but I am not childish. Even while you were talking about me, even when I was talking to myself. Mine’s the only opinion that matters. Such a perfect pout twisted up the truth into a...

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He said ‘With relish.’ like a soft light, erasing the line that never existed. Pulsating with what was uninhibited, the phrase exasperated her hunger. Erasing the line that never existed, an inarticulate murmur left his lips. Was it in everything she didn’t say? Pulsating with what was uninhibited, she could taste his shallow breathe. It was coming with such regularity. The phrase exasperated...

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Sweet and sour notes taste just like us, branded in the lilt of your love language; From slow jam to that bouncy pick up, dissonance is the core of our essence; Branded in the lilt of your love language is a heartbeat I haven’t felt before; Our rhythm's unbalanced yet complete; From slow jam to that bouncy pick up, a whirlwind...

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This vampire with unembellished hair, how sterile are the scars from his bite? He leaves himself all over your mouth, an aftertaste of rust and vanilla; How sterile are the scars from his bite, with glossy eyes grotesque and vulgar? I guess I’ll have to risk just one taste; He leaves himself all over your mouth, senses suspended you lick it up; Warm and...

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The Muse is a poem without words, so much better to bleed tangerine; Cover a page with its scent and verse, squirt it all into watered down eyes; So much better to bleed tangerine, acidic bated breath will always burn; Prose’s scar left behind for all time; Cover a page with its scent and verse, that’s enough to inspire a calling; To cultivate the...

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Knew the truth you were anxious to cover, your dastardly lurking’s not lost on me; Trying to hide from my x-ray vision, it’s such a pity how you wrote me off; Your dastardly lurking’s not lost on me, stop these attempts to become a shadow; I play the game so much better than you; Trying to hide from my x-ray vision, you cannot...

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Work with me sisters lead a seance, I can feel myself on both of my legs; It may be hard but I must master this, If I don’t fight I’ve given up on me; I can feel myself on both of my legs, stronger and smiling even brighter; I’m a fireball and this is just a wall; It may be hard...

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Mormo nudges Moros shoulder hard, chthonic behavior a bleak dance; Cocytus is swollen with sad souls, what direction do explosives flow? Chthonic behavior a bleak dance, it’s so easy to learn the steps to; Be courageous, favor bold fortune! Cocytus is swollen with sad souls, Swim against this trend even alone, capture optimistic moonlighting; What direction do explosives flow? Cerberus and Acanthodonto, maybe the secret’s...

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To understand what is the present We must gaze into the story of our past Though it's ragged pages I lament I can peek through fingers spread, for I know it's gone at last We must gaze into the story of our past See this woman with many woes Who she's become since long ago Though it's ragged pages I lament Hindsight...

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A sweet old couple celebrating sixty years. He held her hand still soft and supple. Admitting lots of laughter and some tears. They certainly were a sweet old couple He held her hand still soft and supple. She called him handsome. He called her Gem. Helping them celebrate, their family with them. Admitting lots of laughter and...

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She was a plain homespun girl. She wore everyday clothing. She was his precious Pearl He spoke of them betrothing. She wore everyday clothing. Her hair was unadorned. If she was away he mourned. She was his precious Pearl She was not sophisticated. He thought that was overrated. He spoke of them betrothing. Her...

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Your music never fails to make the stars go dancing in the dark. The moon observes them wide awake, and floods of light stream down the park. The stars go dancing in the dark and paint the sky in silver dyes to sparkle and to mesmerize. The moon observes them wide awake. Then lightens up as if amused to see celestials diffused. And floods of...

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Rip currents of ridiculous riddles wet the chops of ink and parchment; A poet enjoys tea and berry jam-tarts, her pen tremors ‘We’re all mad here.’ Wet the chops of ink and parchment, visit the tempestuous Queen of Hearts; Feed your mind, milk her rose garden; A poet enjoys tea and berry jam-tarts drifting off into a golden afternoon; Teaspoons paddle a sea of...

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