Velvet Poems - Poems about Velvet

slit my throat with a sword speak in a language only we know look into my eyes with that daring gaze that knows the secret you once spoke "i love you" is what your lips said with your hand around my throat i was struggling to breathe and you kept on confessing with each soft breath...

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In the mystery of the night, when stars weave their dance on the velvet black sky, I embrace the echo of love that resonates like a symphony of unfulfilled dreams, like a sea whispering desires in waves of memories that never fade, and I find myself shipwrecked on the island of my thirsty soul. I knew beforehand that I...

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Soft like velvet roses, strong as surgical steel. Clamor from the inside, never to be mangled. The afterclap of untied. Soft like velvet roses, be tender when you touch. Thorns are not delicate, they grow larger with time. Baseline reigns elegant. Soft like velvet roses raging in thunderstorms. Perfect dichotomy, passion is rarely clean. A gift laudatory. Soft like velvet roses, a match for toying cheeks. An outlandish display...

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Embrace silence like a velvet cloak that gently slips over the soul, listen deeply within, where echoes lose their shape and become whispers, respect for others is an art of listening, a dance of hearts opening, offering healing to souls eager to be heard under the arch of a silent sky. Silence is a slumber of wisdom, a dream...

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Do not be quick to cut velvet It costs a hundred dollars a yard now All the pieces must be pinned in the same direction There is waste, but your efforts will be rewarded. You do not want to construct a catastrophe Do not put velvet in the washing machine either She must be dry-cleaned Velvet must be heeded and revered....

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I woke long before he did, quietly slipped from his side and donned his warm woolen robe. As difficult as 'twas to leave him, to have awakened him— I'd never have been able to leave his bed. This morning, what I sought was not his heart to please, but what I saw in a dream that held me captive until I woke. And now, I had...

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Under the velvet sky where stars dance like butterflies of light, A man is born from the dream of eternity, like a flower from the serene night, Sculpted from the silent shadows of time, floating on the endless sea, Traveling through the waves of destiny, an existence crafted from mystery. His breath is a warm breeze caressing the green...

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She smiled like sin in silk— slow, sweet, and sharp beneath. He kissed her anyway. Called it love. She called it strategy....

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Velvet Coma Slumber to ponder. Die to find you. However long it takes. All wait by your bedside. I’m writing you a letter. Rest like a feather. The only one I love. Deep emotions. A hug forever. I would take your dying place. I can’t live without you. Waves calm and beautiful. Memories Azure, water...

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A cascade, shimmering, of rivulets that undulate, Metaphor thalassic, richly blending at the pate. Each silhouette of vitality, speaking with gentle weight, On shoulders resting, an adornment, delicate. Where inky depths meet sun-kissed golden thread, Fair skin and russet lips, a harmony well-bred. On sloping lids, where emerald hues are spread, Completing thus, a visage subtly, richly said. Every filament, a void of...

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In the garden where illusions grow like paper flowers under the velvet sky, Life is woven like a tapestry of shadows and lights fading into the distance, A sweet lie we embrace with open arms, For the pure truth, like a cold wind, might scatter our dreams, We paint our reality with the oils of dreams and unfulfilled hopes, While...

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night drapes like v e l v e t, your voice wraps o u ...

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The lights are low, the air is thick with sin, a lazy sax moans soft against the dark. She sips her drink, red lipstick on the rim, her gaze a flame that flickers with a spark. The piano sighs, each note a lover’s touch, fingertips tracing secrets on the keys. She hums along, just barely, not too much, a whispered song that...

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To understand me is to walk on a path of thorns hidden beneath velvet, where the scent of roses deceives the lungs with sweet illusions, while blood silently drips into the earth that swallows untold stories. I do not wish to be deciphered; I am merely an enigma mercilessly absorbing your fragile understanding, leaving only shadows to dance on...

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On a velvet night, when man enters woman, like a wave kissing the shore with repeated desire, and the woman opens her mouth like a flower revealing its petals at dawn, her teeth shine like stars that form the alphabet of the sky, and the Logos, like an alchemist of dreams, milks a star of cosmic milk, while the man,...

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