Visually Poems - Poems about Visually

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She wore her spirit it was flowing in the drift the atmosphere was sweet when she was present her soul the brights of her eyes did shine ever so her heart was beating ~ Nurtured her surroundings Embracing The water for sweat drenching her body When she is present she shines as silk Skins golden shines glistering O' did she so...

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I feel the heat but not the light what shall I do? Oh what shall I do? my heart sweats too. Hold my hand, hold my brush and lead me on away from this blank canvas. Where is the palette? Where is the color? Let me draw a master piece that befits this world....

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arms my in you with alone found be finally can life of meaning the where around back me spin love my hand my take tide the with out riding or up giving be I should anymore me to sense making not motivation and will of lost town about all to burden a useless feeling down upside me tossing life round and round spinning...

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LOOK!!!! LISTEN!!! were the words my mind displayed. As you passed by talking on your cellphone, today. LOOKING & LISTENING, I questioned internally my thoughts, thinking, without speaking, just mouth wide open, would not shut!!!! LOOKING & LISTENING, Ooooo Weeeeee, how can this be???? one woman can possess, an abundance of beauty, finesse, grace, class, & style, with an infectious voice, and beautiful smile. LOOKING, Amazed, in sheer disbelief. Only to be disappointed, LISTENING, As...

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Everything is visually appealing, Like the razor blade sliding down your tongue As words like peace, understanding, and unity flow out like calligraphy almost Caressing your mind like the burning tip of a candle are her lips Damn what is this world coming too? When It’s visually appealing when the maggots pour out my Eye and I say I can...

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