Velveteen Poems - Poems about Velveteen

...I blow smoke of dreams to daffodil streams, beneath the sky, engrossed in love’s last sigh, while this heart quivers, drunk on astral fever, in the kohl-lined arms of the cold midnight, ......

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... “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” ~William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act V, Scene I I weep by a stardust shore......

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...Overrun by stuffed subdued teddy bears... of diverse and sundry sizes engaged in woebegone wild rumpus as a last hoorah for diversity, equity and inclusion, whose somber bowed heads (hide t......

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... O n c e upon a medieval arc, when the coral night was engrossed in fuchsia epitaphs of fireflies, your fingers, embalmed in the fangs of february moon, shredded the love ~ ......

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...I'm torn in poetry ~ like a fractured syllable scattered across altars of glistening gold, mirroring the maskless faces of those, who once sold their sanctity for sins. Perhaps, the......

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...Act I: Gaze a burning gift of a rainbow kaleidoscope reflecting a passage into the wavering pine of mesmerizing clouds and surreal meadows with candy mushroom tops and valleys of poured sugar. ......

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... Why in his presence, did her soft heart, always like sweet cotton candy melt? Orchestral songs engendered the tenderest feelings, to her heart, so aquamarine velvet. Such starlit, subtle, ......

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... If the sun married the rain - It would become a rainbow (quote by poet) This aquamarine aquarium is a prismatic prison, reflecting a reality of a pseudo persona and I've become tired from pret......

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... Written: April 24, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tread of life a strand of hair disassociation desolation devastation floribunda fl......

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...The cherish of the pearled constellations reflect in her eyes, so wondrous her eyes. It is the hour of the romance of the spring equinox, the saints are whispering in their night vespers. Her mu......

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... When cyan night's raspberry moon is dipped in softness of the afterglows, I gaze at that glossy first evening star between creamy fingers of my cherry palm, which trace lunar ki......

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... I still reminisce when it was raining incessantly at 3:55 a.m. in the nascent ticks of time on a wistful wednesday. My skin felt the spark of crying hail and maybe, the snow-storms melted t......

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...Casual lion lounges in his 70’s jacket It is made of velvet, not velveteen Softer than his mane if you can believe it We wait for his words of wisdom He is the king of beasts and of the forest ......

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...I am soaring above canopies of an olive kingdom, singing sagas of untamable freedom, to whistling mistrals, as a choir of tropical rain-forests serenade a wild chorus, my rare perfumed wings unfu......

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...Spooky Ghostly Halloween the sky looks like velveteen. Wild loud howls, nowhere to be seen, echo through of the wolverine. The citrine moon hangs, high, a wicked smile, cunning, and sly. ......

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