Undrape Poems - Poems about Undrape

...Purple colour for honeymoon night No beige nor cream or pure snow-white Purple, to note. Not violet nor lilac or iris or grape Though purple to hold and slowly undrape… Mine, to tote. As happy......

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...Under the shadow Of your past mistakes, you live And the way you perceive Life is itself a deceive For there is more to life Than occupying space and time You think you live life to the full......

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...After the fog cleared, I could see. In roughly a few steps from me Exclusive land that reaches the sea Praise God who made it utterly! A long, densely planted tree spree The moo......

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...I've deleted this acrostic from the competition for personal reasons. SORRY, J. D. G lorious was the morning I climbed the Scottish highland R adiant warmth of Summer's sun shimmered ......

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...Deep within the caverns of my mind where few imploring souls have ever wandered, there residing secrets you will find, and all the deepest thoughts I’ve ever pondered. Thoughts of happiness and......

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...In scratchy swales emitting Clorox gas, Matador houseflies cross paralyzed eyes; A kaleidoscope scene where jagged glass Cracks beneath footsteps of love’s promised lies; Forgotten by choice th......

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...Winter Delay A gypsy man adorned by a hood clad in multilayered robe, comes to usher to the masses about the magic of season. ......

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...Pounding against the shore My heart beats Filling up my face, my hands, my cheeks with heat Tears begin to role. Tumbling down, like fireballs. Passionate …igniting, reviving as it goes Why oh why!......

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...Your body is the canvas in my frame.... My heart is the pallet ,no two colors are the same... My hands are the brush as your curves the landscape... I will sign it with kisses ,and the picture I......

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...The rose must grow to taunt all other joy's, with it's beauty can humility be, such triats never to be equally poised, for beauty sets those ill-composed thoughts free, To undrape the skin of thi......

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