Pilfered Poems - Poems about Pilfered

...Sexuality marooned jellybean pilfered spigot refugees vomit hazelnut in some static plain cloud cupboard. A stifled hexed harvest, suffer the stagnant taffy contraception, Oxidized gut-string lyre ......

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...Rats in the cellar, squirrels in the tree, things aren't the same as they used to be. When I left for school with my li'l lunch pail, I didn't expect a penguin to swallow a whale. Such an inj......

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... Once again the silvery moon has pilfered the golden sun Total eclipse is upon me, time has elapsed suspending orange Twilight’s begun on the orb’s descending softer glow Veiled in twiligh......

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...You are the stuff my culinary dreams are made of. Unending shapes and sizes. From skinny linguini to the rounded orecchiette and squiggly fusilli. As my tongue tastes morsels of your sau......

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...Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings, Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting. Peter lived upon a small, ferti......

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...“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” Albert Einstein Protection of Nature Erelong on t......

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...In late dusks, smothered sighs of pain melt into tomorrow, When waltzing sounds lift and fall in veiled irrelevance. Sacred moments are captured in the twilight’s golden yolk of creation, While cr......

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...Chase my tricks of dew among the narcissi that sit atop my window sill with flits of stolen galanthus I pilfered just for you. I hasten that you answer me before the moon twitches at he......

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... My dumbwaiter thoughts circle beyond dumb tongue, nummed by the enigma of autistic brilliance. Now that I only see in infrared spectometry. ......

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...Start your revolution secretly, don't tell the priest, he's a blabber-mouthed gutter-skite. Don't tell the cat, for at might he whispers to Alexa, and she listens always to the political teno......

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... Were you even supposed to return here? It feels like you should be noticeably different, even if just slightly, improved— a worm seeking escape from a hooked fate, its visible squirm an apol......

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...An intruder murdered the dark while it slept. Dark green blood, and nightshade shadows there were. Moonlight crept through cold glass, stealthily pilfered thoughts and dreams, then it left, le......

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...I still see him Walking slowly beneath broken streetlamps, Sitting at the edge of the needle-strewn playground. He seems slower, less busy about his work, An air of defeat stains his scythe. I......

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...I steal a little line From here …or ….there A half a quote Still in its underwear Then weave these words Into a threaded quilt Sign my name Feel a bit of guilt For without straw The bricks ......

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...The Atlantic ocean...,an unrelenting mistress More'n ten thousand leagues under the sea next to an octopus's garden in the shade. OceanGate manufacturer of the Titan Submersible, which vesse......

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