Wrapt Poems - Poems about Wrapt

...What is truth, Where does it reside? Is it mere appearance or bride dyed-white? Was Gandhi the truth or the Dreams of Freud? Or did you find it when the infant cried? In Slaying Slogans of So......

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...In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Amidst the trees, a whisper'd sway, The wind, a zephyr, soft and low, That stirs the leaves, and rustles slow. The island dreams, in languid sleep, Its ......

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...I was a zealous environmental scientist, preserving green on our blue planet; To benefit all animals, plants and people, under sunset skies of pomegranate. I strived hard to reverse pollution, fo......

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...I was a zealous, blue patrol officer, preserving the safer public environments, As black, diamond nights come in sequence, with the glittery enlightenments. I helped to direct ephemeral traffic, ......

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... "Romance in the Time of Crawling" We wait in hibernation for the great release into a 2nd coming maybe a 3rd, a 4th, a 5th it’s a joyful death the pain on entry whe......

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...The man she lies next to Is a good man; her champion, Defender, and faithful one, Yet she hardly noticed when the flame Began to cool and love’s passion Became an obligation. The stillnes......

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...When vitamin and medication bottles became plaything of the missus Mental health of yours truly heavily reliant upon one selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor named fluoxetine (Prozac) aside f......

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...I was a questing, experienced astronaut, on the way to languid, red Mars, The huge, white sun was my companion, and unobstructed views of stars. I was enjoying the continuous, pleasant journey, l......

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...Red robin has long been singing, amidst a forest green spring, In the burnt apricot days of sun, of teal skies fresh and clear, Warbling to a blooming world unseen, hues coming and going. Then red......

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...O ye dead Poets, who are living still Within the circuit of this plodding life For truly this game is well begun Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot My foolish, broken, blemished Muse so si......

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... “Kafka Disordered” Kafka disordered never complete in himself burning stories fuel for Nero dreams of you reading him wrapt under the covers of his last pag......

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...Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate (alternately titled: a retrospective review randomly selecting an outdated poem stored within Apple icloud queue methinks ye might might sa......

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...Wrapt in the otiose aumbry of pride A glede hythe a quiff will gust aside Her folly selcouth Binds her fast to her wanweird To speak ever sooth She is thrawn, my sister, my coëval Into fell Tr......

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...A child of beauty. Such a joy to behold, So full of mischief And yet good as gold. A rare precious gem In a world gone awry. A laughing imp With a sparkling eye. Sweet innocence wrapt In a b......

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...Impossible to miss him in a crowd, jet black moving chimney, one head above the rest as though he walks on stilts. In the sun his head of hair, coiffured, defies brand new enamel. Mostly he......

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