Curled Poems - Poems about Curled

Crossing a sea of bitterness, voids curled beneath my ribs lie hidden, I drank from the cup of vices, chewed on stupidity, laboring in vast fields of error. My mind lay with disillusionment, embraced by phantoms, boundless in its futile thirst, To unearth the simple essence, through furnaces and the ashes of a world that was once my...

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Imagine if a couplet traveled the world, gaining an accent before moving on; Repositioned from front to back twirled; An old rhyme harnessed and hurled, finding a backboard to bounce upon; Imagine if a couplet traveled the world; Tangled consonants mixed up and swirled, still holding it down prose's guardian; Repositioned from front to back twirled; Keeping every dialect preserved, poetry similar...

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I Curled It In The Envelope, And It's Been Sent To You! Every Scores, Advantage Brings; ...

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The natural C of the human body forms Grazing the white, tender sheets of a stained life We curl up to mimic the form of a ghost and lively heart The texture of calloused fingertips grace the indents of my hips Curled up with a ghost who doesn’t know how to love What an awful way...

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Curled up and sighing Longing to be free Curled up not dying And nowhere else to be Curled up stop prying He is not ready Curled up and sighing He’ll not surrendered be Curled up and fighting With all the strength he has Curled up but striving From rest and moments had...

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~ ziket ~ crescent moon cat's in the cradle __________________ A tip of the hat to Line Gauthier for her ziket, 'Full Moon' (Sept 01), which occasioned this ziket. T.Y.S.M!...

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i feel this wind encircling me as darkness arises my only wish ...to feel your lips brushing against mine ...your breath softly falling as your fingers trace against flesh instead of winter's touch that has me wrapped in the curl of its chill...

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The Cat ??Licking, Licking? Grooming himself ?Licking licking ?Scratching himself ?Licking licking? Pampering himself ?Licking, Licking ?Biting Himself? Yeah, How Gorgeous!? All curled Up? On the purple velvety mink blanket...

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Old curled photographs that I see Remind me of those youthful days so easily Was it me who stood there tall So confident in my bearing all Did I walk those miles then so candidly That now seem such a distance from me A gun worn on my hip that weighs With memories of my life still stays Do I think...

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in the sweet echo of love, these moments in between, feel the melody of me . . let me slowly cradle around your song - come, and get lost in my depth - close your eyes as...

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Today's a good one as I chuckle to myself What could go wrong, loved and in good health On top of the world My toes are curled They point to the skies as my happiness swells...

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Today's a good one as I chuckle to myself What could go wrong, am loved and in good health On top of the world My toes are curled They point to the skies and my happiness swells © Jack Ellison 2016...

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As I lay curled in grandmother’s arms; dreaming intently of butterflies fluttering. Scented fields bestowing pungent charms; where I envision honey bee wings a puttering. Dreaming intently of butterflies fluttering; weaving amid long blades of green grass. Where I envision honey bee wings a puttering; in the soft breeze that blows abruptly pass. Weaving amid long blades of green grass; I...

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Her skin white, drained Her expression dark, pained Eyes staring out, completely blank Hair lifeless, dank Her fingers curled, still In her mouth, a cyanide pill...

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Curling keys . A fork of bees. Pan out to the thoughts of temperature. Radius unforeseen. Ten laughing giggling elves on a trout trampoline. Policing the avenues of river and stream. While external energies arrive on a moon beam. Twenty-six copper kettles sit on a shelf in a line. A horizontal view is never ideal...

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