Refashion Poems - Poems about Refashion

...In this, the death-prone winter of our discontent, the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic cancer of destruction over the body of our moral hu......

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...We are born aware of our soul’s treasure. We know we are from spirit sourced designs and graced with faith traits far beyond measure. These truths grow loose when spirit earth aligns. As ea......

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...“Oh please don’t worry. I haven’t a heightened sixth sense… about the mint infused lilt here.” There must be a compass without a point surrounding me “Looking for directions. The town you’re seek......

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...Hearing my thoughts I considered again Last chance to refashion What time whittles thin Word after word They pass by in refrain Assuaging my doubts Repeating — my name (Dreamslee......

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... My mind is too pragmatic; it cannot work the magic of allusion, illusion, nor flowing script. When was my heart last ripped open in love-lost-anguish or slipped into unexpected ......

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...If you have ever redesigned before, You have redone your floor. It could be carpet, wood or tile, Really whatever is your style. Outback, you can refashion the deck, It really looks like a ......

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...I imagine you somewhere Listening to a song And thinking of me. . I remember being with you On the old porch swing At 3 am talking about life. Sometimes I wish I had walked away at the sta......

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...Is it true that the 'best and the brightest' have set their minds against America, that the protestors want to tear it down not build it up? Is it true that they are the real patriots, the ones ......

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...Fall arcane drops of burnt hawthorn, refashion chestnut beauty as enticing odes of jovial amber plume fowls serenade maple leaves, as tunnel winds cease timber soils of stillness in calm chao......

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...WEATHERING THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT In this, the death prone winter of our discontent, the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic cancer ......

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...With shaking hand I write in dimmed light Strings of words robust burst and slip from my pen With a grave heart I write With a frail heart I forgive It mimicks the sound of life Of love and such......

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...I was reposed on green velvet when a notion struck, so, I took out my tweezers and set to task painstakingly I separated minute fibers of spirit, away from itself after examining each......

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