Mother Of Pearl Poems - Poems about Mother Of Pearl

Its trademark shows what, it once used to sell, Now it extracts, liquid gold from a well. Starting with gifts for a girl, Adorned with mother-of-pearl. That gave the oil magnates, the name of Shell. Sponsor. Sara...

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You may not know my name But we are friends just the same You have watched over me While in my sleep You have watched over me While in thought so deep You've been with me from The day I was born You will be with me 'til The day I die... The Ocean sings your song As the Mountains relive an Ancient dream in...

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Oh, oyster your tight shell beckons in a mystery of your oval pristine walls wherein you caress nacre gel over node liquid spreading so slowly from nature's painting palette becoming a delicate dot so fiercely held between rippled ribbons of moss colored flesh gripping the yet revealed Oh lovely Pearl Will it be green or palest pink? Perhaps a...

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The mother of pearl,i think will portray the inside and depths, to my outlay from my loving nature, and i do care the pearl gives off all that`s there. It`s sublime inner beauty,does shine through sparkling colours,silver,gold through to blue also a calming effect from this rare gem reflecting what i have, a loving lifestyle, once again. Hiding inconspicuously in its` shell, `til...

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A Summer's sun greets A gloss resebles rainbow-- Mother-of-pearl basks....

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Mother of Pearl From the depths of death Beauty of the soul...

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Pearl Circle Of white love Chosen for you Gift...

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She’s like the sun that shines each day She’s the one who’s advice I obey She’s the only one who will try to understand The one who’s love is irreplaceable and grand Just like the earth that bears us with pride She’s the only one who will stay by my side The one who’s arms embrace so tight She’s the one who’s...

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She wasn't really black no more she'd washed away out on the shore she seemed to be reflected gray, a pearly hue , sunlight at play, like shale or stones up from the creek the special smooth ones that you seek to rub your fingers quiet upon after day is done and gone Silent was she, yes she was, a purpose there without a cause, I wish I'd...

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Protect until I pry. Tighly closed with the waves of life rushing moving, warm drifting current, pulling me, pushing you. Soft center, pillows of juiced layers of life. Pearl in the middle. In the beggining that,s what is was. Sensation running though you,though me. A spot as small as the tip of my finger, my tongue Mother of Pearl. life will be made, and...

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