Yarned Poems - Poems about Yarned

...In the realm of dreams, my heart takes flight, A love unspoken, a lover unseen, yet felt so right and felt like a first. In unseen moments, my souls searched, A dance of fate awaited, in a worl......

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...I took myself to the edge of forever night Almost lost the will to fight Looked into the eyes of hate I was almost to late Heart and body was numb My brain was dumb Exit of life before me De......

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...People I knew who escaped alive From Arnhem, the Bridge too Far, That Unsuccessful campaign Of The Second World War. But for a leg broken in practice Richard would have been there Maybe jump......

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...Awful avocados always Breathe bitter blue breaths Craving cardinal’s Christmas carols Ditching deliberate dungarees during Elusive extraterrestrial escapades. Forsaking fitful Floridian flamingo......

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...my kitty plays with my yarned ball it scratches gnaws prepares for the mouse 2019 September 13 howmanysyllables 5-7-5 *5-syllabic title, novel content of nature, no capitalizati......

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...Magnificent red and blue streaks followed her swift descent over the ridge Into the bowels of the unsavory graffiti-laden under bridge, Wild hair girl patriot is how we referred to her here in Elri......

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...Ocean Spirit came to life; From an Aboriginal gentleman's past life. We yarned a lot with reciprocation; Societies problems and invasion. This he stated with no remotion- "We are the first p......

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...She cried for all the broken hearts, Painted everlasting winters - Floral patterns etched in ice; A frozen tear to Soften up the bastard bones. Bow made love to needy string In cooing flin......

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...Of nothingness Summer fire bird Wind with wings yarned Mountains and hills over skied With sky blue in the eyes Wellspring where Rainbow Sadness in Fortune turns Nest of dreams curves Gardens of......

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...Pure as angel’s graceful dance. On the path of music’s resounding trance. Everywhere seen the ILLUSION of words. The cocoons of pretty butterflies they nurse. Rarely found is this INFUSIO......

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...Countee Cullen knew you, and you nectared him Lambent voice when Harlem was wrapped in night Artist and rebel, African singer of Grecian hymn Umbilical to Jamaica, nightingale in Nietzschean fligh......

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