Triolet. Poems - Poems about Triolet.

Half past summer, two months till fall, boredom, bullies; teacher neglect. sandcastles, encase, be my pall! Half past summer, two months till fall. when school bells toll, tenderfoots bawl— sun's embrace, we'd warmly collect. Half past summer, two months till fall, blackboards, bullies; teacher regret....

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Sweet summer is kissing goodbye, embracing the harvest moon nights, summer birds bid adieu and fly, sweet summer is kissing goodbye, earth’s bosom heavy with a sigh, tears of maple glow in moonlight, sweet summer is kissing goodbye, embracing the harvest moon nights. Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich ...

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Your Summer, lad, will be gone soon. It's time to make some memories. It's writ in phases of the moon - your Summer, lad, will be gone soon. Then, Autumn sings a sadder tune. Take action now, your time to seize. Your Summer, lad, will be gone soon. It's time to make some memories....

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My bones float over her, I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip — Another sun that must be asked. My bones float over her, I'm glass. I gave myself, my skies; cup's pass A blue bookmark upon your lips. My bones float ~over her~ I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip. ...

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Challenging house lights on our street, that sheer brilliance of outer space. Brash stars shimmering in the heat, ...

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I search for your face in the scudding cloud. The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair, The timber of your voice, in tearful shroud. I search for your face in the scudding cloud, too painful to watch couples walking proud— the memory of you at heartstrings tear. I search for your face in the scudding cloud. The fresh offshore sea...

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Moon blooms like petals through a bulb, The skies within her break as glass. Most times she holds cup partway dark — Moon blooms like petals through a bulb, Only close, and open ~then some~ — The shadow of her going as Moon blooms like petals through a bulb The skies within her break as glass....

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The clock holds nothing about time, Where a mood I star on her face. Love, still the numbers in my cry — The clock holds nothing about time, A glass that's always ~left and right~ Oh, darling, for a brief while, stay — The clock holds nothing about time, Where a mood I star on her face....

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The world is bleeding still today, same yesterday and tomorrow, blood flowing since the fall, you say. The world is bleeding still today while sons and daughters stop to play~ unaware the shades of sorrow~ The world is bleeding still today, same yesterday and tomorrow. ...

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By the sea I become immersed in that flash of aquamarine. Bubblegum and blisters go burst, by the sea I become immersed. Diving into the waves headfirst, nature's worth a view in widescreen. By the sea I become immersed in that flash of aquamarine. ...

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The Spirit’s rise of coming storm, Spoken before first fertile drop. How did I know? It seems the norm. The Spirit’s rise of coming storm. Thunder, lightning, and blust’ry form. Husband says, he didn’t hear a drop. The Spirit’s rise of coming storm, Spoken before first fertile drop. ...

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I want to dance to my own beat And feel the rhythm with each step There is no time to take a seat I want to dance to my own beat The joy it brings is so sweet Even if I make a misstep I want to dance to my own beat And feel the rhythm with each step...

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Silently walking along cobblestone With haunting memories bound by chain Darkened thoughts have been sown Silently walking along cobblestone Feeling destined to be on their own Their happiness has been slain Silently walking along cobblestone With haunting memories bound by chain ...

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An amazing structure stands for centuries. Icon of France in Paris, the Eiffel Tower. Gem of the paintings, portraits and poetries. An amazing structure stands for centuries. To feel its beauty, replicas in many countries. Stands tall to enhance the tourism power. An amazing structure stands for centuries. Icon of France in Paris, the Eiffel Tower. - S. D. Tiwari...

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His soft hiss now rattles the floor, that fanged wandering traveler. Those three knocks upon a red door, his soft hiss now rattles the floor. A vampire welcomed wanted more from this unassuming stranger. His soft hiss now rattles the floor, that fanged wandering traveler....

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