Curving Poems - Poems about Curving

... Written: April 18, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand ******************** . . . here comes the m o o n taking shape as a girl her golden skin, aglow peering throu......

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...My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May refracting light from every angle, it holds life's leeway Suffused with fragments of love, I can be warm as night filled with a ......

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... “The Scorpion’s Touch” Under glass the sound cuts out sharp just like under water and we run out of breath like insects running around frantically out of time we are ......

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... Like someone stripped of all possessions, or a thing its attributes, or a word scoured of its meaning – so the park rises naked, stark, severe in appearance, and we see more clearly some......

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...In the midst of striving with fate, Searching for dreams that debate, Here’s the reason not to be afraid, To try harder and not hesitate. They’re celebrating milestones in life, The smile on t......

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... In your eyes, reflected to me are memories of beautiful, trembling pieces of laughing hope still colors of grace and belief feelings pouring from the shadows never just make believe a......

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... born in Canada in a snowstorm snowflakes were falling dad drove carefully we made it and I was born into the world screaming odd for I am quiet I rec......

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...Cursed Pen My pen is cursed. It flows poisoned ink. Ripped pages and severed dreams. Hollow. Screaming. Into the dark. Screaming into the life of others. Because there is nothing. ......

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...A beautiful look of life Not seen smile on the face But sunshine in the heart A scenery in the eyes A point of a long look Blown by gush of gentle breeze That sways the shiny hair Curving body......

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...Martin came to a cleft in the rocks The oriole must have gone this way It was narrow and curving A sudden turn, and everything seemed to change. Shrill, reedy music of pipes filled the heavy air,......

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...Look at those glimmering orbs, glazed like galaxies in an unending space. Look at those glittering lips, curving up like a cresent moon on face. Look at those blushed apples, like those of babi......

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...“Women can change better’n a man,” Ma said soothingly. “Woman got all her life in her arms. Man got it all in his head.” “Man, he lives in jerks-baby born an’ a man dies, an’ that’s a jerk-gets a fa......

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... A trellis of leaves flutters so naturally, reams hanging free… timeless in a swirl on the curving breasts of night. And they dance, prance without restraint onto altitudes of orbit......

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...Strips of being here are drawn all over you, fine lines intertwining with your skin, It is not within the whites of dainty skies to praise who you are, I hope you don't hide the only thing that mak......

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...*Line one is from a poem by Sara Teasdale *The moon is a curving flower of gold. Blue silk is the river below which gathers sweet Luna’s petal-face glow and mirrors it in a soft fold. Delight ......

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