"opulently" poems - Hello Poetry

Is life a story, is life magick dreaming to love? I gazed up. “Standing below the elephantine magnolia, the ground still bore Tuscany ochre from autumns last kiss.” My eyes solivagant orbs fed on spring’s dews in mourning ──jewellery clinging opulently to her naked form. Dawn chilled the breeze caressing her body as abscission demanded she undressed her emerald gown of leaves. Magenta and cream blooms sprang “loudly” seducing ─ blushing mauve crowned centres, a population of endless figurines perched motionless on aching naked branches. Solomon’s seal burned white within me drunk impending suns arrows, opulent words of silver Verbus diablio kissed in a cauldron of Magnolia words, a banquet for mortals that seek loves gold. A lone spider echoed silence bearing the sigil of Jupiter’s vermillion and white spun striations luffing on the breeze warming. “Magnolia dressed the day ardent in perfumed ── glorious plumes that each set sail across waking skies.” Ablaze I am luscious dreams wrapped in sweet nectar, travelling limbic memories breathing deeply, held captive, wanton within her labyrinths of silk caresses, petals whispering, sweet love as she engulfs my last resolve. In raptures white velvet gown my hem sweeps over gold russet and brittle autumns words forged in winters need for warmth──mind leaves crunching beneath life’s changing seasons, stitched I cling enamoured to mortal honeymoon summered fields. I am the female of sapphire tears twisting, glittering melting ice shards, bequeathed of pained black stars travelled on passionate magick fires, breathed on melodious Roma nights. Rested among the branches a mantel crucified- drunk once more, a bloom held silent in time weeping, exploding fragrant in a coloured soul, a luffing flower creature to life──crowned ──to sun hope thorns. ©ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

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Dec 9, 2018

Dec 9, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC

SolPoet

Magnolia Ice

Is life a story, is life magick dreaming to love? I gazed up. “Standing below the elephantine magnolia, the ground still bore Tuscany ochre from autumns last kiss.” My eyes solivagant orbs fed on spring’s dews in mourning ──jewellery clinging opulently to her naked form. Dawn chilled the breeze caressing her body as abscission demanded she undressed her emerald gown of leaves. Magenta and cream blooms sprang “loudly” seducing ─ blushing mauve crowned centres, a population of endless figurines perched motionless on aching naked branches. Solomon’s seal burned white within me drunk impending suns arrows, opulent words of silver Verbus diablio kissed in a cauldron of Magnolia words, a banquet for mortals that seek loves gold. A lone spider echoed silence bearing the sigil of Jupiter’s vermillion and white spun striations luffing on the breeze warming. “Magnolia dressed the day ardent in perfumed ── glorious plumes that each set sail across waking skies.” Ablaze I am luscious dreams wrapped in sweet nectar, travelling limbic memories breathing deeply, held captive, wanton within her labyrinths of silk caresses, petals whispering, sweet love as she engulfs my last resolve. In raptures white velvet gown my hem sweeps over gold russet and brittle autumns words forged in winters need for warmth──mind leaves crunching beneath life’s changing seasons, stitched I cling enamoured to mortal honeymoon summered fields. I am the female of sapphire tears twisting, glittering melting ice shards, bequeathed of pained black stars travelled on passionate magick fires, breathed on melodious Roma nights. Rested among the branches a mantel crucified- drunk once more, a bloom held silent in time weeping, exploding fragrant in a coloured soul, a luffing flower creature to life──crowned ──to sun hope thorns. ©ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

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How peculiar is it that which tempts me lies in icy blue panther-like orbs -the clearest deepest purest brightest blue I’ve yet to come across- and words that dance like 18th-century aristocrats -balancing baubles and gaud on their faux hair waltzing and marching in highly practiced steps about an opulently furnished and lit facility with glistening fountains and marble floors echoing flirtations and strings and heels and sneezes into embroidered handkerchiefs- and how desire has strayed from maintained eye contact and prolonged gentle kisses and subtle smirks of amusement -bordering on genuine happiness- and I’m sure that even if you were to sweep in again declaring poetry and romance with roses in your hand and one between your teeth -glittering with all the fantasy an idealistic Me would have swooned for and adored- or even if you were to creep in again confessing exploration and emotion with wildflowers pressed in a book filled with soul-searching entries and personal revelations -glowing subtly with the authenticity all secretly wish to find even a shadow of- I wouldn’t want any of that now: I’m drawn to that which dies quickly but while alive is full of life— love has been tabled for a much later day.

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Sep 7, 2013

Sep 7, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC

victoria-maretti

September 07, 2013 - Current Priorities

How peculiar is it that which tempts me lies in icy blue panther-like orbs -the clearest deepest purest brightest blue I’ve yet to come across- and words that dance like 18th-century aristocrats -balancing baubles and gaud on their faux hair waltzing and marching in highly practiced steps about an opulently furnished and lit facility with glistening fountains and marble floors echoing flirtations and strings and heels and sneezes into embroidered handkerchiefs- and how desire has strayed from maintained eye contact and prolonged gentle kisses and subtle smirks of amusement -bordering on genuine happiness- and I’m sure that even if you were to sweep in again declaring poetry and romance with roses in your hand and one between your teeth -glittering with all the fantasy an idealistic Me would have swooned for and adored- or even if you were to creep in again confessing exploration and emotion with wildflowers pressed in a book filled with soul-searching entries and personal revelations -glowing subtly with the authenticity all secretly wish to find even a shadow of- I wouldn’t want any of that now: I’m drawn to that which dies quickly but while alive is full of life— love has been tabled for a much later day.

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Scintillating shades of brilliance absorb into my pores Opulently bathing me in a radiant light Flowing through my senses, appealing to my soul An incandescent energy of pure delight Tranquil beads of silken dew form upon my skin Expressing adoration for the light Pleasing drops of exultation, tears of joy divine Sending darkness into the swiftest flight A renewal of my spirit, eagerly blooming intensity Persuasion of the sweetest kind Is found in this release, the delightful peace I keep Bathing in the brilliant light I find An incandescent energy is flowing from my senses Sending darkness fleeing from my soul Tranquil beads of light are beaming from my spirit Sweetly smiling, as darkness loses hold

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Aug 22, 2010

Aug 22, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC

neva-flores

Vanquishing the Darkness

Scintillating shades of brilliance absorb into my pores Opulently bathing me in a radiant light Flowing through my senses, appealing to my soul An incandescent energy of pure delight Tranquil beads of silken dew form upon my skin Expressing adoration for the light Pleasing drops of exultation, tears of joy divine Sending darkness into the swiftest flight A renewal of my spirit, eagerly blooming intensity Persuasion of the sweetest kind Is found in this release, the delightful peace I keep Bathing in the brilliant light I find An incandescent energy is flowing from my senses Sending darkness fleeing from my soul Tranquil beads of light are beaming from my spirit Sweetly smiling, as darkness loses hold

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Absolute magnificences Held in richly woven garments Arrayed in opulently fine linen Washed in the light of ages Adorned with sliver and gold And they look upon you

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC

sherlene2

Why Stars Shine

Absolute magnificences Held in richly woven garments Arrayed in opulently fine linen Washed in the light of ages Adorned with sliver and gold And they look upon you

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A small group sociopathic economic organisations and individuals, that advocate, or push by virtually any means possible; the production, distribution and consumption of things that you're convinced you want; but you actually don't need. Things seductively labelled and wrapped like a gift in expensive everlasting triple plastic; to be opulently torn discarded like nothing more than mere consumer pith and peal, every day by you and yours truly. *** noodle anyone? Would you like a bag with that?

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Jul 18, 2021

Jul 18, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC

Purcy

The rise of the global sociopath.

A small group sociopathic economic organisations and individuals, that advocate, or push by virtually any means possible; the production, distribution and consumption of things that you're convinced you want; but you actually don't need. Things seductively labelled and wrapped like a gift in expensive everlasting triple plastic; to be opulently torn discarded like nothing more than mere consumer pith and peal, every day by you and yours truly. *** noodle anyone? Would you like a bag with that?

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