Languorous Poems - Poems about Languorous

...Describe what you see my love, she queries A game they often play in the depths of the forest He replies, Turgid are the woodlands densely they’ve died back creeping where no life is seen, ......

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...A languorous morning Nestled in between warm duvets, a goose feathered pillow or two…a luxury A striped kitten, a beautiful shade of grey, on a windowsill grey too; purring, gentle breaths, aut......

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...Falling Asleep Roger White Languorous head caresses feathered pillow. Fatigued back and limbs repose on cushioned bed. Eyes finish the day’s tasks and rest b......

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... Night, good friend, protection against the dangers of life It’s two o’clock, so nice this dark morning, inspired time The city is almost sleeping – a bit alert and languorous The nocturnal s......

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...Nowadays I'm in the shattered sighs An insipid ink in the poetic realm Unable to express in words to words All green leaves lost in the abysmal thought No south breeze vibrates the finger's pen......

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...THE WEIGHT OF OUR THOUGHTS Mind, the supreme gift to humankind is, Plentiful thoughts criss-crossing whiz; Enchanted spirits gliding high, Success triumph when almost nigh! Gratified the mi......

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... (inhale) aim, undetermined ... what purpose do I serve? what is poetry’s primal essence?!? my words only cover pages that ghost the spaces of better intention ... that garland upon my bro......

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..." Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing it, isn't it thrilling to imagine a version of the world diff......

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...I was a skilled, dedicated CIA agent, helping to preserve national security, By searching for and garnering information, as silvery rain ensures purity. Days were spent perusing foreign material,......

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...In the negative infinity between us, In the desolate field of wounded hearts, Where echoes of sorrow roll at night, We remained, separated from our slumbering dreams. Like two comets lost in the ......

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...I was a happy, fluent linguist, fruitfully helping revive endangered languages, As colorful rainbows walk across the sky, in buttery hours, turned languorous. I enjoyed doing practical fieldwork,......

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...*Secret love, two searching eyes* I The early morning's languorous mild sun Seemed jaded from a nightlong tiring jog, And liked dawn's dew-mixed mirth nor glee of smog, Nor some stray passin......

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...languorous in heat cicada sings summer song distracted by bee......

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...I was a professional, melodic dance instructor, at the flowery prime of the art, And I taught its various, elegant styles, sweet joy of valuable living to impart. The noble old classic styles wil......

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...I was a professional landscaper, with passion for nature, and a green thumb, Like passions of smothering, dreamy nighttime, to which we gladly succumb. My work took me to many gardens, set in the......

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