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"rufescent" poems
One step forward, three steps back. The queue shuffles, visible breath in the winter blue. The vendor vends, fingerless gloves clamp the steaming mug. Grunts and groans alike, the warmth fills the withered corpses pale. A gaze is cast, into the misty nothing that inhabits the park. A twitter is heard amongst the frosty masts. Eyes meet with a rufescent-chested bird. These same eyes are then met with salt, a sorrow, a pang of jealousy. A sheer longing for that same freedom.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 1:12 PM UTC
The Forgotten and the Robin
The cold winds come as we fear The silence echoes as it nears As you sow ; shall come dear None can Change the prophecy As the rufescent clouds appear !
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
BOREAS
Unravel me. Plunge your fingers into the depths of my anatomy- wade into my rufescent flesh, strum my fibers, find me in the fissures of my ivory bones--- then come back to the surface, cling to the brims of my clavicles, and tell me how beautiful I am.
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 8:40 AM UTC
Fissures and Clavicles
my lover is the pinnacle of my pride my lover hails the oceans and directs the breeze my lover does not hesitate to conjure seasons one after the other my lover does not discourage my uncontrollable awe instead, my lover rips open my carefully contained cages and sets free my inner workings my lover makes the sun blush a bright rufescent hue every morning and the moon glow with joy at the sight of my lover's resting eyes my lover tips my earth over on each side my lover makes my world turn so much so that i make sure everyone else can feel it too
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Sep 24, 2023
Sep 24, 2023 at 6:11 PM UTC
a certain revolution
Childlike glow of thy radiant skin, pale like snow kissed by sunlight. Rufescent lips; like flowing blood on thy porcelain face. The same of your cheeks, and the ribbons of thy veins… Dost thou know ye art not real?
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Dearest Planchette.
Skin crafted porcelain Fitts an alabaster face Diamond stars of rufescent glow Floating weightlessly in space She's the sweetest honey swirl The youngest cusp of a beautiful girl Hold the weight of my empty world My blood is heavy as an ocean
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Her
Prophetic as a lake-effect tempest, an unnerving November howls like a dying animal. The sound rattles the houses, and shake the skeletal trees; they hunger for warmth through emaciated limbs as they brush against my rufescent face. I survey the frost of the broken valley. In death the surroundings seethe in white as my blood pools and congeals with the waste of the rivers.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
The Bitter Dusting of Ohio.
we sat in a waterless pool, the shattered leaves gathered in disorder at its peeling concrete bottom. the white walls laced with chaotic lines led us to believe that our feet had created those spidery veins reaching the length of the pool a rufescent glow graced our cheeks and the chill was welcome so long as we sat side by side it was comforting sitting in a place that wasn't exactly what it was supposed to be. lounging in a place usually inhabited in warmer months by children with far less worries than we we heard calls coming from up the road and knew it was time to scale the fence again
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
swift thoughts
The king of darkness called me a year ago, Making me drink rufescent blood from The wine chalice every night. Forcing me to breathe a life overflowing with **** Asking me to breathe The silence in chateau lobbies. Making me listen the wails and the cries of the innocent. Not letting it engulf me further, I darted away from it. But it caught me again. Leaving my nights slumberless. The ghosts haunted me every night, with their shadows dancing on the walls. They called me again today, But this time the king wanted me to taste the garden of death. -Khushi :)
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
Death
As it was, it was only a thin paper wall Culminating a firey froth Warm pulp leaks past the surface Pooling in my hand Rufescent embers crackling Powder soft like sunny wind Soon I will be the bitter breeze
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
Untitled
In dawn embers lucid eye I have dreamed high on perfumed sands A blaze in passions rufescent dress Bleeding ******** life and violent death Winged a goddess straining higher Drawn to taste sweet waters, dulcet songs On the blue I floated a cast away A lonely spirit shining What thought of leave, promise and wines Hath found me broken-hearted, soul on the knoll Enigmatic carnelian creatures, thro’ fearing my rays Doth call weeping amber and honey Violent violets bloom these crystal swept eyes Lazuli, sliver and gold clad skies possessed in my breast, Sacred mysteries threading impatient words Whetted curious velvet, immortal ****** ──Evermore ©ASPAR (A Sol Poet, Arnay Rumens) 170418
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
A Violet Dream