Crescendoed Poems - Poems about Crescendoed

...PAINTBRUSH Fingertips the bristles of a pagan paintbrush painting a Tree of Life on pacified cheekbones instead of in liver from whence it sprung now it burns to feed HeartSpace with wi......

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...City lights blazed past completely indefenseless shooting a futile attempt at yet another imprisonment reminding only the fuel for how we came... ...Sun’s crescendoed, seeing us short-of-breath,......

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...Ere some three or four-odd days Began our nature show some craze. The people, truly afraid, to say, Nowhere did find a place to stay. The initial portension was a fire, That left a pile of ash......

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...prayer crescendoed in unison like an orchestra they prayed with empty words her heart was galloping like a content horse i could feel without touching divine music flowed like a river thewood w......

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...I fell into a pit, dirty grave, lined entirely with razor blades, that should sting when they slice my newspaper skin that bleeds only grey, but pain, there is none, never have I felt so numb an......

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...A long and narrow road. Trees stretched in the summer breeze. The dirt and fallen leaves crescendoed under my footsteps. As I walked down this road, my mind turned to the towering trees. They we......

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...You were so teeny and tiny and fuzzy and bright You stayed by my side through morning and night You were always so excited to see me when I walked in the door We,d play games with your toys strew......

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...Contours bending in a storm emerging twisted gracious form drifting through forgotten night on slowly moving candlelight with sweet hands tending tender skin swollen kisses tumbling in where hidde......

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...A golden thun'dring tore the winds, Their swirling portals rent- As from on far sky-pounding steeds- Forth from Vahalla sent! And valor sang majestic hymns In tribute to Thor's throne, While ......

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...She fought daily with the agony. never knew when it would strike. It affected all corners of her world waking, sleeping, laughing, and crying. Early one morn, she lost the battle. Through the ni......

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