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"effused" poems
*She got star dust sprinkled evenly Within the shorelines of her ravishing eyes And stardust, pristine naïve look benignly Creasing her soft supple aristocratic face no need to accessorize Her posture upright and poised Elegance, charm and grace effortlessly effused By her, emotional hazards posed By a presence so spell-binding, one will be amused At the hypnotic effect experienced by All and sundry Though she turns a blind eye A scathingly sultry look suddenly evident on her sweet face turned sour She undoubtedly is a toxic flower.*
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Toxic Flower
I saw hostile clearly She was an ambling pear She turned, and amber melt effused my person I - her saccharine tome turning pages in my minds eye I heard her dog-earring the notion I should remember most And I felt mealy, and bruised.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Bruised Pear
A monolithic sculpture stands upon a hill. Ornate work of marble marks the artisan’s skill. Clad as a knight of yore, with stony gaze held high. Pilgrims travel from miles around to fall under his eye. Epitome of courage, virtue, and respect effused upon the villagers traits they should reflect. Elements gnawed at the stone but failed to corrode the manifold of lofty aims the knight would bestow. Dark years beset the kingdom causing disarray- Tyranny, vanity, and deceit led the people all astray. Artisan's work above, a shining icon of probity. A resolute bastion against the world’s impulsivity. A day will come when the people reach distress; crying out, they beseech the artisan’s redress, but long has the craftsman been journeying far away humbly allowing his handiwork, the message he conveys.
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Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 9:26 PM UTC
The Elder Statue
**** here I am again suffused by incoming sunlight floods, blonde tresses decorative, and a refrigerator light dim surprising, ********** a future fest, when in search of ordinary milk and coffee cherries, grapes, watermelon, cole slaw, caramelized walnuts, Spanish Marcona almonds, chicken defrosting, and wine, a pink rose, blushing like me, at the amplitude of love and blessings I have uncovered, and that covers me, while she sleeps, I sip first coffee and her love and more than suffused, *I am effused, unable to contain all this, what I am feeling, like my water broken, pouring tears and I wonder who is* this idiot that forgets to say thank you for what he has been given, and who in return can merely offer up a pauvre writ, a love poem, of salt and sweet
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
**** Here I Am Again
*A river flowing against its course As if to floss Its rare peculiar uncanny ingenuity A notable case study of ambiguity. An estranged lover unceremoniously Literally butchering his offspring mercilessly In cold blood For having been dragged through the mud. The undercurrents of change overriding Entrenched seemingly myopic tendencies which aren’t binding Causing irrevocably reversible state of affairs Care not to be caught in the crosshairs. A hopelessly optimistic romantic Head over heel in love with the mystique Aura of eccentricity effortlessly effused by Her, she indeed worth a try. Myriad circumstantial conundrums That is cause of the inevitable humdrum So characteristic of life Answers a trifle few and the lackluster enthusiasm rife.*
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
Simple complexities.
You played my heart When I didn't know That you were a coward An award of aloofness One that you wore along That robe you hang on to You played my heart When I gave my all My sincerity and core A naive genuineness One that I wear on my soul The one you rolled downhill You played my heart When emotions strangled My struggles to balance As I closed off from love The chorus of bluntness The song you taught me You played my heart When you needed a muse A bold and beautiful image To ****** your taxed brain A goal to hear me fall hard As I lost guard of my life and all You played my heart When I felt I was going crazy Effused with pain and cold Strained and stressed Lost in a jungle of the lonely Gifted with battles and concepts You played my heart Then made me learn hard That I was stronger than I was That I was unique and visioned That I was a capable phenomena Able to pass on the pressed alleyway
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Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
You Played My Heart
My muse diffused A love abused The news infused My dream refused. Your life deduced My life reduced Our lives seduced In the end confused. Words effused Our lines reused My passion disused Together, bemused. Our game overused Our emotions excused Our love perused But really misused.
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Used
a moment a thrill a flutter it was you inside me revelation of unknown love unmatched and unconditional I was afraid ailing and exhausted a shake and I felt empty without your weight on top of me it was you teared off from me from your protected limbo you tiny and perfect your scent the first kiss your hand close to mine utmost and eternal union an ancestral need satisfied your smiles your first unsteady steps the word mom entrusted to the wind a light  arrow which pierced my soul the first of the precious gifts you give me every day staring at you discover shades of  life being reborn through your eyes feeling the sensation walking barefoot on the fresh sand in the dawn the pain of suffering the inadequacy the insecurity you fell and you always raised the stubbornness in your eyes vigor that marks you a wild, pure and sensitive heart proud also of your weakness and your mistakes a great love effused around you to the people you love simply and shameless you are a warrior never stop fighting listen to your heart follow your dreams willpower is the answer you can get on the highest peaks the world is your you just have to believe and to want you were little and helpless you are a man imperious and fearless I will observe and follow you from my corner behind you willing to let you fall with a heavy heart with an outstretched hand ready to lift up you again if you will want it and always my arms open unavoidably ready to welcome you and give you all my love
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
the man you are
a moment a thrill a flutter it was you inside me revelation of unknown love unmatched and unconditional I was afraid ailing and exhausted a shake and I felt empty without your weight on top of me it was you teared off from me from your protected limbo you tiny and perfect your scent the first kiss your hand close to mine utmost and eternal union an ancestral need satisfied your smiles your first unsteady steps the word mom entrusted to the wind a light  arrow which pierced my soul the first of the precious gifts you give me every day staring at you discover shades of  life being reborn through your eyes feeling the sensation walking barefoot on the fresh sand in the dawn the pain of suffering the inadequacy the insecurity you fell and you always raised the stubbornness in your eyes vigor that marks you a wild, pure and sensitive heart proud also of your weakness and your mistakes a great love effused around you to the people you love simply and shameless you are a warrior never stop fighting listen to your heart follow your dreams willpower is the answer you can get on the highest peaks the world is your you just have to believe and to want you were little and helpless you are a man imperious and fearless I will observe and follow you from my corner behind you willing to let you fall with a heavy heart with an outstretched hand ready to lift up you again if you will want it and always my arms open unavoidably ready to welcome you and give you all my love
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in a dead street a cat owl bleeds its mind effused with images of music and the songs that would alter pocket thought it hears the echo of a buckled sculptor a blue and chromed car that loots its understanding leaves it warped while autonomous ideas flow in prophetic vision as it moves between life and death a volitional freedom
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
a cat owl bleeds
from the delightful pinch of your waist is effused the mauling senility of your forgetting smell (which like cudgels' dozing blows wreak the apt obliteration of my normally conscience                 ) and i'm a can'thelpit but kiss dubiously pressing down the quake of your ecstatically expecting stomach (at when  reaches the ultimate cusp of your brimming ecstasy pulpit my deft oral precisely                                       )
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Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 9:58 PM UTC
Untitled
She was laving her insides with gin the night I met her. She told me she had bullets embedded in her skin which sounded insane, but I still swore I could see them. That night she only effused about *** and gin and her eyes were blue and I wanted to drown, to dwell in the sea beneath her eyelids. She was untruthful. She said she would be candid with my foreign face, but all of my words drew tears from the sea I loved to laud. We were very tired. I swear she must have cleaned her wounds with ***** a thousand times that night before I could tend to them myself. I know she was very tired. Her eyes still blue, still stormy, made my throat close up. I wanted to be more copious with my words. To tell her that I wanted to be her gin her **** her everything in between, but I couldn’t, for she was the beauty I couldn’t grasp with my words but with my heart, a heart that wouldn’t rightly align with hers.
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
Cass
the said girl most pain from deliberate comely lips and there was almostsummer light minutely sprawled in precisely slats of dark then undark (a how many i can't recall, but) in just under wear(covers) she two legs skinnyawkward eyes than greener forests effused some small wetness some little fragile some frail shining (and my coat scratched my neck was wool and ) whipped at my thigh through suddenly door swung shut escaping almost its white vice
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Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 3:23 PM UTC
Untitled
To John... Effused from an imagination. Amorphic, vast as cosmos. Invisible. not only for my heart. You were around. always. everywhere. Creation of a tender mind a 10 or 12 years old innocent. Living in solitude. unknown to its meaning. also distant from the people around. Trying to look for a friend When everything was fading soon. He himself added colours to it. Painted you on his canvas. From games to secrets unspoken. From talking to shouting loud. From fighting to re uniting. Hadn't he found a perfect friend in you ? You had cleared the crimson sky above. Took all his blues away mixed his blues. to the endless skies. No wonder why sky became so bright then. You were the beautiful bud. that bloomed in autumn to blossom round the year then. and to add fragrance. to his life. Hadn't you dissolved his wounds ? Sipped it, gulped it. made it disappear. Do you still remember days of yore ? Or you've let them fade away ? Though he hadn't let you fade away yet. He's just stuck into things while growing up. When at nights, he gazed the moon remember how he used to take you with him. for he was afraid of dark. (Though he's still afraid of dark. one inside him) And you remember how he Often made you fool. Saying that he knows language of moon. And can make you learn the same. He used to rant too much then. And imagines you're listening to him. It was so satisfying then. Neither you complained nor he bothered about it. You know, the diary he used to write. In which he had written all the letters to you. He threw it somewhere. In the river he still visit. It's the only regret, which is holding him. It's all written just to tell. You still reside in his memories. When everything else around turned rare He bring out time to cherish moment. He care. It's just a time game dear. don't worry. Don't you feel He still miss you ? He do. From your only friend.. (Sending you some memories wrapped up in love)
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
Note to someone...
To John... Effused from an imagination. Amorphic, vast as cosmos. Invisible. not only for my heart. You were around. always. everywhere. Creation of a tender mind a 10 or 12 years old innocent. Living in solitude. unknown to its meaning. also distant from the people around. Trying to look for a friend When everything was fading soon. He himself added colours to it. Painted you on his canvas. From games to secrets unspoken. From talking to shouting loud. From fighting to re uniting. Hadn't he found a perfect friend in you ? You had cleared the crimson sky above. Took all his blues away mixed his blues. to the endless skies. No wonder why sky became so bright then. You were the beautiful bud. that bloomed in autumn to blossom round the year then. and to add fragrance. to his life. Hadn't you dissolved his wounds ? Sipped it, gulped it. made it disappear. Do you still remember days of yore ? Or you've let them fade away ? Though he hadn't let you fade away yet. He's just stuck into things while growing up. When at nights, he gazed the moon remember how he used to take you with him. for he was afraid of dark. (Though he's still afraid of dark. one inside him) And you remember how he Often made you fool. Saying that he knows language of moon. And can make you learn the same. He used to rant too much then. And imagines you're listening to him. It was so satisfying then. Neither you complained nor he bothered about it. You know, the diary he used to write. In which he had written all the letters to you. He threw it somewhere. In the river he still visit. It's the only regret, which is holding him. It's all written just to tell. You still reside in his memories. When everything else around turned rare He bring out time to cherish moment. He care. It's just a time game dear. don't worry. Don't you feel He still miss you ? He do. From your only friend.. (Sending you some memories wrapped up in love)
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Instinct (and the candor it took) Kiss me when the intentions are ripe Longevity is a toothsome notion, as if a guiding music Has the voice to carry, a welfare from here to sun's light The seen sought, a voice with more than a lip Of a marvel meant, and deemed a friend? To the fate we stir, with all of a hosts extravagance, a wit Of summary heed, to a lived example, praying to be lent Caught in a hushed tone, the truth...? Is for any who would listen, a stone of charisma...? Caring but for the our of decision, we have let a youth Become the notoriety of since, and a charity of weal to say: I grow a fruit, with kindness in mind Tense and awkward, a hope of sincerity's homage to choose Between a holier water that laud has to rhyme Or an earthen seclusion of devotions, if may is to be few Blow and service to an ideal, a harrowed simplicity to vaunt The gifts of are, a might the fate of all who came Or is a wealth its own reward, the other opinion in a song? With babbling lips, and an echo of hearts, the irony of same... A course of decision, in the name of solidarity Sent to effused, if not enthusiasm of coping with worth As a herald of powers and judged same, as the doting charity We made the privilege, of a prowess in cares, that is many certain Heed a friend when they are somber, and justice will come See a friends need becomes the letter of sigh's, and decency is a gift Keep a friends shadow in reach, and they will know more than home Heathen a friends smile, here and now a shared eye will lift Totals of serendipity? And the quasi focus, of life on knowledge With a realm to its unction, the reality of another candid liberty Has become us, the timid and guaranteed forth, of persuasion come of kinds tenuous age
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Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 5:01 PM UTC
What If Solace Came With A Windy Garden?
Instinct (and the candor it took) Kiss me when the intentions are ripe Longevity is a toothsome notion, as if a guiding music Has the voice to carry, a welfare from here to sun's light The seen sought, a voice with more than a lip Of a marvel meant, and deemed a friend? To the fate we stir, with all of a hosts extravagance, a wit Of summary heed, to a lived example, praying to be lent Caught in a hushed tone, the truth...? Is for any who would listen, a stone of charisma...? Caring but for the our of decision, we have let a youth Become the notoriety of since, and a charity of weal to say: I grow a fruit, with kindness in mind Tense and awkward, a hope of sincerity's homage to choose Between a holier water that laud has to rhyme Or an earthen seclusion of devotions, if may is to be few Blow and service to an ideal, a harrowed simplicity to vaunt The gifts of are, a might the fate of all who came Or is a wealth its own reward, the other opinion in a song? With babbling lips, and an echo of hearts, the irony of same... A course of decision, in the name of solidarity Sent to effused, if not enthusiasm of coping with worth As a herald of powers and judged same, as the doting charity We made the privilege, of a prowess in cares, that is many certain Heed a friend when they are somber, and justice will come See a friends need becomes the letter of sigh's, and decency is a gift Keep a friends shadow in reach, and they will know more than home Heathen a friends smile, here and now a shared eye will lift Totals of serendipity? And the quasi focus, of life on knowledge With a realm to its unction, the reality of another candid liberty Has become us, the timid and guaranteed forth, of persuasion come of kinds tenuous age
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