Elegant Poems - Poems about Elegant

Start ~ by going in reverse despite the notions of value what would one less layer reveal every drop of carefully placed chaos just peeled away leaving a simpler picture ...

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Capturing my illuminating glow the essence of my infamous smile wild wonder of my laughter gathers a gentle breeze tangible meaningful gestures opens the balance of selfless energy as I move to the beat of a kindred drum highlighting mystical memorable moments gliding and warm oils over my Cocoa brown skin I'm awakened by the...

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O maiden fair whose elegant space that I, a little ant has found grace It’s true that the breath of the devil resurrects Death But your beauty can raise both Death and the devil to light ...

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My vast maiden,you inspire me to write, How I love the way you talk,walk and look, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the reaping hook, Let me compare you to a splendid spoon, Your are more gorgeous,elegant and big, Great sun heats the blended peaches of June, And summertime has the sycamore fig, How do I love you?let...

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Swans so gracefully gliding o'er lake Delightful scenery they create Dressed all in white feather finery True beauties of the lake dynasty. Falling in love with love forever Swan mates dance on water together Singing a swan lake song as they roam The glorious lake they've made their home. When swans in love kiss with a beak peck A heart shape appears betwixt...

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No matter what your mood flowers are our constant friend A bouquet for my sweetheart ready to send They teach us how to live life in full bloom every day The sight of elegant tulips that visit us every May An infinite field forming an angelic heavenly look My camera will hold beautiful images of the photos I took The fragrant...

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Your beauty, everytime I see My mind will not let me forget To kiss your lips I dare or truth A glance into your eyes a dream A Elegant Touch of a devine being A taste of the sweetness of love To see you my heart beats Ponder as if my mind I feel A soul breathing,alive in being Depths of...

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Elizabeth Warren always seems to be snoring never is boring to find latest news Brunswick Beacon should peruse for subjects which amuse had hit a bee hive Brunswick Beacon will ascribe did read diatribe cut butter with knife paper made us come alive so we would survive subject classified which on we always relied we have tried to hide elephant will vent a limit on his extent size of single tent he was...

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When people lost interest in the American Pennant Championship a Brazilian promoter allowed 20 men into his company to help him restore value to the now devalued strap. He promoted " The Fair Day Extravaganza" he said the winner would be determined through five matches: the winner of the sixth match would be crowned Pennant Champion, they nicknamed the title the Trillion Dollar Trophy and made a trophy...

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In the lap of dawn, as I slept in the melody of the cool breeze, The countryside started to whistle as she stepped on those petals. The most elegant figure that shines along with the sun-rays, Her smile shied the butterflies away; her single glance took the by-passers breath away. She sang and danced to the melody of...

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WIN THROUGH STRUGGLE Tasting Sugar Is attaining a Target. ...

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Bright beautiful buds, elegantly effloresce, flowers festival, delights delicate desires, swiftly spring spreads soulful smiles....

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Elegant Emerald It’s a people’s paradise A rehab retreat An elegant “Emerald” Green carpet At our feet Trojan Swans Cross the pond Ferrying Families, Nostalgian’s And Photographers Strong It’s all mine And yours Ours… I think I love that most… The sharing With sharing comes caring With caring… Love I see that all here… I do I love Boston I love Boston Public Garden I love you… Bill MacEachern 09/30/2021...

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I carry my elegant pain, lost in the middle from the south of American continent... On the night of my destination, this pain was once my dream... I left on a southbound train and I became beatnik, then I was a hippie, believed in flower power... I don't inhale or smoke... My drug actually is poetry... My chic pain is this, of time traveler, I...

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So spoke the rose: Every forest is a impressive garden! So said the forest: " Every jungle is a rose "...

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