Phantasmagoric Poems - Poems about Phantasmagoric

Say phantasmagoric: your tongue feels euphoric! Like some prehistoric, on feeling dysphoric over threats meteoric got an upset pyloric and downed paregoric. Were the dino feels real or is this allegoric? When you see 'em, you know 'em but this poem's sophomoric......

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the fins of human quake tremendously spills grotesqueness while dumping the ox cosmos in the middle of smoothly mirrored ocean Walls where ones choice is fixed at dawn stagnantly brimming in obsolete enviable damp colours woven in a volcanic oasis of anguished circles embraced in loneliness fronted with shuttering frozen stars moulding through a sunny cheerful darkness reinvigorated with strident current in waves staring hovering and invading through the thorns of the barren mountains wrapped...

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Panegyric praising phantasmagoric, albeit... unseen prophets providing perspicuity..., Who commune with yours truly within state of mind between sleep and wakefulness methinks disembodied spirits infiltrate mine consciousness while suspended within trance. Meditation invokes light hypnosis gently beckoning me to surrender self fearlessness disappears relinquishing clutched grip upon ethereal essence without substance, I wonder how emotions, ideas, longings... can weigh so oppressively as if such elusive thought processes (however they become manifest spontaneously...

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I look outside I don't see snow I don't see ice on the trees All I see is palm trees and ocean As far as my eyes can see Must've died and gone to heaven Could explain this feeling euphoric Or maybe coz I'm lying on a beach It's utterly phantasmagoric They say temps are below normal But this guy ain't feeling no freeze I'm...

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For one moment I thought Moons stars and kingdoms, Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue; For I would never miss such an honour When my heart still dies in front. From the gravest yard in my groans, In those rainy eyes of autumn, You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom; Despite the venom in my features, You killed the...

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She is my lady sweetly caressing my senses complete. Tender and soft her kisses and touch, I know well. Her body a wave of passion, freely she does compel. Eyes of the most seductive green, you’ll ever meet. Her voice such and Angelic pitch, Heavenly sweet, De anchor the ships my boys so you all can tell. Ready the engines and...

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