Cloyed Poems - Poems about Cloyed

...Covered by the dark demise of runaway laughter, I find myself lost in a chaotic chapter. How cloyed it is to be consumed by rage, As emotions swirl and violently engage. Most savage......

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...Staring the sky , whispering towards the star, full moon rise upon the winter sky. "Talk spirit talk grant the hopeless person a wish, reflect upon the sky and teach how to preach". Lying with ......

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...Try to often and readily avoid What makes others annoyed: During prayer pressing android, Invading others’ spaces, yours void, Another appetite getting cloyed; A plane stopping from being buoyed......

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...Ever more alone than this No creature life to tease my eyes Mornings roach long gone to freedom Hands ice cold on cell block bed-rim Ever more alone than this Invasive sound intense in meaning......

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...Most sweets their nectar pollen pollinates, Preserving life before their sap gets sapped; Yet amber's sweetest resin resonates, Ambrosia's essence from death's lap gets lapped. But you, my sweet,......

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...Sgt. Bedlam of heavy artillery reporting sir Bedlam I want you to pick the runt of the litter and turn him into an agent assassin with the clandestine power of hypnotism yes Generalissimo I am h......

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... A smile is cast upon your sultry face as lover's glance makes way for love emblazed. With timid touch your breast my fingers trace in search of love's familiar urge unfazed. Your skin lik......

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...The beauty from outside the beast from within How careless was nature to commit such a sin Not to equally on your parts grant its grace Sparing the heart and saving it all for the face The face o......

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...Under the depths below the deep of this Atlantic Ocean live the lobsters that crawl and creep with an articulated motion. On the ocean that smells so fresh the boatmen cast their nets for lo......

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...Oh, faery finch, whose golden form does climb Athwart the starry bays of poesies, sweet, I hear your voice, and drown in slumber’s clime, As I sit, pond’ring in my woolen seat. My quill s......

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...It was at our gate A tree the bloomed white rose And bore velvet leaf That type of thing that makes a child believe in fate I mean the sweet scented kind Like a woman's skin covered in oil One day I ......

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...(for: them who are ever there!) these branches and roots that cord to the grave ancients should be free from man’s swords! both oracle and priest held for days … I Your voice speaks in the......

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...Love latent in us unladled cloyed our heart with pain Orgasmic thoughts that seed our efforts vain Residues of things that will not walk away Nested in the memories few, the longing lips to say A......

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...She kept it all inside her and never spoke a word, though her thoughts flew and darted like a trapped and frantic bird. Inside her was a garden that was hung with Spanish moss, like the massi......

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