Upswept Poems - Poems about Upswept

...The Fisher by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe translation by Michael R. Burch The river swirled and rippled; nearby an angler lay, and watched his lure with a careless eye, like any other day. Bu......

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...She sinks into her threadbare cushion on the aged-old rocker she huddles in daily placing her thin-skinned arms cold to the touch upon the arm rail darkened from the oil of her skin Creaks and......

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...I wore my leather jacket for the midnight crawl; Howled a sonnet at the rising moon. In a comedy of errors, let the engine stall; Told my baby she’d be rescued soon. I’m gonna rock like Romeo; ......

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... she roams cross the land her heart so bitter blue leaving behind frosty morning dew icy veil sadly unkept laden woe upswept she speechless wept left dreamless numb regret windswept ......

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...Lilies n’ roses of her vast plains The soft caress of the sun’s rays Briskly fondling her native torso Frolickin’ kinky hairs of her loins Her eyes, casements to nirvana Gold n’ emeralds, glitte......

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...Notes in play may have you dancing up the staircase, gay. Exhaling breaths of fascination with sighs along the way. A sharp and minor taking turns now tripping up the scale as your embrace upon he......

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...The fairest of all the roses in the walled garden’s afternoon hush, this blossom delicately poses, making the other blooms blush, In the walled garden’s afternoon hush, while standing en......

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...All brides are lovely on their wedding day. But she glows with her upswept auburn hair, and her blue eyes sparkling under her veil. He steps back and takes a mental snapshot. He never wants to forget......

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...Her dark hair, laced with silver strands, cascaded once with sable glint, then lost (with drifting of the sands of time) the chasteness of its tint. It still grows long, but she has kept her d......

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...The curvature of her body The sculpting of her mind A chicane With an Edge Purposed to find This river twisted they failed to quest For the flow of an essence, a river bed carved Its o......

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...truly balanced winged fluidity upswept from curling wave swirling to soar in savored grace on a cushion of descant airs sung at a surfing pace What hand could stroke with wetted brush Thi......

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