Quintessence Poems - Poems about Quintessence

Cold is the tittering of befitted feet Cold is the meagre meanders of falling fractals Cold is the twinge of bitter blues upon reeling retreats Cold is the roiling retch of frostbitten flesh Cold is the weary wench of an incomplete belch Cold is the hoarded heath upon a ridiculed roof Cold is the eerie ebb of a trepid twitch Cold...

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The crack of a twig..' Some snickers, there's natter.' Double cream underJam with seeds; just homely feeds.' A duck on a piano, under willow fronds in Devon; England.'...

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Don’t say it, please. I’m not asking for compliments. I am not a poet. I prefer free verse. No rhyme. No iambic pentameter. No metaphors. Just plain words For I am a wordsmith. Best I stop writing For I am The quintessence of nothing. Note: I might occasionally post something, I require no views or comments....

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At the end of the day, I pour my soul into these words, they say, These scars, they tell stories of my past, But they don't define me, they won't last. It's been a journey, finding joy amidst the pain, Learning to dance in the sunshine, not just in the rain. Yet lately, shadows loom, threatening to pull me...

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The quintessence of yellow quince Is its sweet taste, subtle perfume. Heralded as a worthy fruit prince. A true delight from nature's bloom. A peach's essence, is blushed red skin, With every bite, a burst of sun, Its soft tender flesh, draws us in. Ruby red kiss for everyone. The essence of pear, is its grace, Crisp, and succulent, such delight. Its artful shape you...

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I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail. October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer, dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth. Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pines whose needles’ sweet scent I...

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When I'm sad, I read music with my ears and I listen to poetry with my eyes soon I transform... I become a poet, Being a poet of the urgent moment. I don't listen or read anymore... I'm in pure ecstasy, healed and transformed in music and poetry embedded... Total blissfulness, quintessence... !...

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QUINTESSENCE an absence of fervent   intensity in  miniature with infinite   equivocation  an ambiance of impressioned sensations a resurgence   of an elide intermix apparently   remote from abiding concern  obliquely descended into  a preoccupation   with the sensual such eloquent  perfection to enlighten the fusion   of continuity with cohesion NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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Poetry is the mystery enlightened, the secret revealed, the key to the abysses and paradises... Is the language of the occult, and the intercommunication from all universes... Complete study of whole, and the understanding of the phenomenon nothing... Plenitude and voidness... !...

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Significance, magnificence, noncoincidence elegance, eloquence, grandiloquence effervescence, prepubescence, convalescence quintessence, fluorescence, omnipresence What makes these kind of groupings pleasing It's not you, dear read, I am appeasing Nor am I in any way illicit or licentious ~ As I take full advantage of poetic license...

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[With a nod to the Bard] We are the moving dust, we are the breathing dust, we are the seeing dust, we are the living dust. But how, you ask, and rightly so, can dust fall asleep, dreaming of places unknown, and lovers unmet-- how can dust imagine whole worlds and love with one heart for 60 winters and 60 summers? And do the notes...

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Up the polished ceiling above my bed In my bedroom resting for a while, A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet With dead silence in his spider tongue Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood So unconscious of to-be catastrophe Bony spine of mine chills enough To freeze my whole body like an ice For the certainty of yet another calamities Befalling on my...

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CHERUBIC QUINTESSENCE bucolic beauty of branches with ruddy leaves ~ Autumn’s chubby cheeks 9/24/2017...

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THE QUINTESSENCE OF BITTERSWEET Oh the quintessence of bittersweet, a passionate love mixed with pain, immolation that burns higher and higher, to a tactile reddening, of face to feet. Oh the ambivalent joy of holding hands and slapping cheeks - our arcane moments. You shudder with flamboyant majesty - only your quiescent soulmate understands. At your birth, the great intercessor, created your luscious eyes and...

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rose’s the quintessence well-wrought love's music hides in ...

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