Poems About Fate Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about fate published by members recently online.
Letters To The Self On Throaty Thunderous Planted Lumps & Heavily Unfallen Eyefull Rains
trying hard to consume in
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
#love
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#dialogue
#SelfReflection
492 reads
Letters To The Self On Throaty Thunderous Planted Lumps & Heavily Unfallen Eyefull Rains
trying hard to consume in
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
#love
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#dialogue
#SelfReflection
492 reads
Letters To The Self On Throaty Thunderous Planted Lumps & Heavily Unfallen Eyefull Rains
trying hard to consume in
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
#love
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#dialogue
#SelfReflection
492 reads
Letters To The Self On Throaty Thunderous Planted Lumps & Heavily Unfallen Eyefull Rains
trying hard to consume in
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
#love
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#dialogue
#SelfReflection
492 reads
Letters To The Self On Throaty Thunderous Planted Lumps & Heavily Unfallen Eyefull Rains
trying hard to consume in
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
#love
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#dialogue
#SelfReflection
492 reads
Rascal of Obtuse
With the solubles and ampoules of twilight's
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
#dark
#fate
#hate #philosophical
#hate #philosophical
123 reads
8 Comments
Rascal of Obtuse
With the solubles and ampoules of twilight's
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
#dark
#fate
#hate #philosophical
#hate #philosophical
123 reads
8 Comments
Rascal of Obtuse
With the solubles and ampoules of twilight's
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
#dark
#fate
#hate #philosophical
#hate #philosophical
123 reads
8 Comments
Rascal of Obtuse
With the solubles and ampoules of twilight's
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
#dark
#fate
#hate #philosophical
#hate #philosophical
123 reads
8 Comments
Happy Coincidence
That two
fully functioning
human beings, capable
of language, memory, and
reflective thought, would choose the “yes”
of possible union over loneliness and fear is an
unlikely, but happy coincidence.
fully functioning
human beings, capable
of language, memory, and
reflective thought, would choose the “yes”
of possible union over loneliness and fear is an
unlikely, but happy coincidence.
#love
#fate
#luck
581 reads
3 Comments
Happy Coincidence
That two
fully functioning
human beings, capable
of language, memory, and
reflective thought, would choose the “yes”
of possible union over loneliness and fear is an
unlikely, but happy coincidence.
fully functioning
human beings, capable
of language, memory, and
reflective thought, would choose the “yes”
of possible union over loneliness and fear is an
unlikely, but happy coincidence.
#love
#fate
#luck
581 reads
3 Comments
Happy Coincidence
That two
fully functioning
human beings, capable
of language, memory, and
reflective thought, would choose the “yes”
of possible union over loneliness and fear is an
unlikely, but happy coincidence.
fully functioning
human beings, capable
of language, memory, and
reflective thought, would choose the “yes”
of possible union over loneliness and fear is an
unlikely, but happy coincidence.
#love
#fate
#luck
581 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Fate Published by Members Recently Online