"burnet" poems - Hello Poetry

The shadows of the trees speak to me with a fearless futility A chant to step into the transfixing traffic with a tripping twist Fall beyond the black burnet of their being and see the beguiling burden unfold: The sky encroaches tightening its grip, making the mind slip Painted with a varnishing brush dipped in tenebrous charcoal It drips a tear that plummets a ripple on the skin A betrayal of the collapsing concealment A desolate obsidian smeared beneath the eye, across the hand It heeds the damage of a veil of soot and the pallid bruise of the soul. A tangled cloud unravels from the pipe like the hum of a spinning fan, A nocturnal whisper. Its sheen of banishment masked by the drown Of sirens as two carnations drift down the charcoal water of a river.

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Jun 18, 2011

Jun 18, 2011 at 2:50 AM UTC

isabella-bachman

Charcoal

The shadows of the trees speak to me with a fearless futility A chant to step into the transfixing traffic with a tripping twist Fall beyond the black burnet of their being and see the beguiling burden unfold: The sky encroaches tightening its grip, making the mind slip Painted with a varnishing brush dipped in tenebrous charcoal It drips a tear that plummets a ripple on the skin A betrayal of the collapsing concealment A desolate obsidian smeared beneath the eye, across the hand It heeds the damage of a veil of soot and the pallid bruise of the soul. A tangled cloud unravels from the pipe like the hum of a spinning fan, A nocturnal whisper. Its sheen of banishment masked by the drown Of sirens as two carnations drift down the charcoal water of a river.

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I see you from a distance and it seems to be surreal So bizarre how just one glimpse can finalize the deal There’s no wonder what it is that captivates me so Picture perfect body with a flawless soul. Skin so soft like the touch of burnet Eyes so blue you can’t ever forget Hair waving carefree like the ocean Lips curling up with a secret notion You walk with confidence and pride Your face so expressive to how you feel inside But never arrogant nor superior Yet hold yourself steady with the poise of a warrior And all I see is perfection An exquisite little confection Of rosy cheeks, and when you speak I feel a bone-deep connection. Arms so sturdy, however yields to an embrace Never have I ever seen a lovelier face Don’t pass me by, please look my way Please give me hope, please, won’t you stay? I can see from the distance between you and me From tip to toe you are divine I can hardly wait to make you mine No more distance, pretty please? You’re so utterly lovely.

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Jun 20, 2012

Jun 20, 2012 at 4:19 AM UTC

sallytomato

Utterly Lovely

I see you from a distance and it seems to be surreal So bizarre how just one glimpse can finalize the deal There’s no wonder what it is that captivates me so Picture perfect body with a flawless soul. Skin so soft like the touch of burnet Eyes so blue you can’t ever forget Hair waving carefree like the ocean Lips curling up with a secret notion You walk with confidence and pride Your face so expressive to how you feel inside But never arrogant nor superior Yet hold yourself steady with the poise of a warrior And all I see is perfection An exquisite little confection Of rosy cheeks, and when you speak I feel a bone-deep connection. Arms so sturdy, however yields to an embrace Never have I ever seen a lovelier face Don’t pass me by, please look my way Please give me hope, please, won’t you stay? I can see from the distance between you and me From tip to toe you are divine I can hardly wait to make you mine No more distance, pretty please? You’re so utterly lovely.

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In a field at the edge where The Burnet's reproduced Their dark wings with six red spots Giving birth on our hands From inside their chrysalis. Mating from egg, larvae To pupae and adult moth Took about three weeks We went almost everyday The hot sun stroking our backs. This was our moth Summer Guiding our courtship with Fluttering wings and newness Stepping through the railings To gain this precious time.

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Apr 17, 2018

Apr 17, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC

mary-gay-kearns

Burnet Moth

In a field at the edge where The Burnet's reproduced Their dark wings with six red spots Giving birth on our hands From inside their chrysalis. Mating from egg, larvae To pupae and adult moth Took about three weeks We went almost everyday The hot sun stroking our backs. This was our moth Summer Guiding our courtship with Fluttering wings and newness Stepping through the railings To gain this precious time.

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