Prussian Poems - Poems about Prussian

Cooler than Arctic ice Yet, you warm the palette of my life With your nearly bluebell shades Layers of sifted sky Diluted into the tender grey clouds That slowly dance Towards tears of rain How my heart longs to know you As my life brushes past Your pure selfless pouring out Unaware, you resonate clarity; Enlighten with sobriety The lilting, vacant canvas Of my existence ...

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Nestled with the glittering elements, I ponder the immortality of the senses— my lucidity twirls, as pirouetting flakes through sapphire mist amidst cyanic windstorms, drifting like arctic embers, towards cerulean twilight skies, beyond frost covered pains, littered across glacial clouds that linger, swirling upon an indigo iced cluster of topaz teal stars, enveloping my cobalt soul beneath your cashmere caress— we...

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Prussian Blue Let me tell you a little story, Of an artist that I once knew. A proud adopted Yorkshireman, Who only paints in Prussian Blue. Landscapes wishy-washy Water colours from life, but not true. A pallet of so many colours, But only uses Prussian Blue. To some folks he is a Master, To others genius through and through, But I never rated him myself, Because he...

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slight decay under the suns metallic half-lit shoulder. angular signs and sinews fall in the late evening. in every field the wandering stones sigh and clap their tumbling foreheads down a little. lying next to the cleft of a rock ninety degrees past a bent heaven. there if...

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Prussian feet in a hurry to run to warmth Past all badness Past side tracking needing the steam crack a good soaking brings These blue feet frozen in fear from a stepping in ice pools of beckoning sin have never been calloused before. Never touched strife and bristled scar tissue Never fell headlong in a devious freeze 'till now. But run they do and run they will aching from stinging and paining...

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