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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 11:41pm
9th Apr 2021 11:41pm
promise.
declared in honour
an oath with bonds cemented
"theoretically"
an oath with bonds cemented
"theoretically"
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#senryu #philosophical
#senryu #philosophical
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 11:41pm
9th Apr 2021 11:41pm
promise.
declared in honour
an oath with bonds cemented
"theoretically"
an oath with bonds cemented
"theoretically"
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#senryu #philosophical
#senryu #philosophical
52 reads
17 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 11:41pm
9th Apr 2021 11:41pm
promise.
declared in honour
an oath with bonds cemented
"theoretically"
an oath with bonds cemented
"theoretically"
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#senryu #philosophical
#senryu #philosophical
52 reads
17 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 11:41pm
9th Apr 2021 11:41pm
promise.
declared in honour
an oath with bonds cemented
"theoretically"
an oath with bonds cemented
"theoretically"
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#senryu #philosophical
#senryu #philosophical
52 reads
17 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
Bourbon Street Lady
Bourbon Street Lady
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
#regret
#women
#forgiveness
#alcohol
#philosophical
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
Bourbon Street Lady
Bourbon Street Lady
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
#regret
#women
#forgiveness
#alcohol
#philosophical
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
Bourbon Street Lady
Bourbon Street Lady
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
#regret
#women
#forgiveness
#alcohol
#philosophical
193 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
Bourbon Street Lady
Bourbon Street Lady
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
#regret
#women
#forgiveness
#alcohol
#philosophical
193 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
25th Jun 2019 4:16am
Bourbon Street Lady
Bourbon Street Lady
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
I pop the cork on a Chardonnay bottle dreaming of drinking our sorrows away till my wine blush cheeks warm. I lean over the balcony railing gazing down at Bourbon Street with the blues my only hope for sleep this night when neon prayers aren’t enough to keep the raven at bay who watches me with steely eyes. Marsha strips into the lingerie loneliness of a once starry-eyed Catholic school girl who wandered the hallways of “Our Lady of Perpetual Penance.”
She continues, “You know on nights like tonight I feel awful about how I earn my bread. My patrons...
#regret
#women
#forgiveness
#alcohol
#philosophical
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adagio
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 6:59pm
10th Apr 2021 6:59pm
Skipping The Willow
Hiding inside my head
skipping the Willow
as it dances like a butterfly
a pocket full of daisies
of long swaying branches
beneath the breeze
over the sticklebacks
where minnows play
and daydreams lay
listening to a roses' breath
counting the petals
as if hours of the day.
skipping the Willow
as it dances like a butterfly
a pocket full of daisies
of long swaying branches
beneath the breeze
over the sticklebacks
where minnows play
and daydreams lay
listening to a roses' breath
counting the petals
as if hours of the day.
#happiness
#inspirational
#philosophical #emotions
#philosophical #emotions
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adagio
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 6:59pm
10th Apr 2021 6:59pm
Skipping The Willow
Hiding inside my head
skipping the Willow
as it dances like a butterfly
a pocket full of daisies
of long swaying branches
beneath the breeze
over the sticklebacks
where minnows play
and daydreams lay
listening to a roses' breath
counting the petals
as if hours of the day.
skipping the Willow
as it dances like a butterfly
a pocket full of daisies
of long swaying branches
beneath the breeze
over the sticklebacks
where minnows play
and daydreams lay
listening to a roses' breath
counting the petals
as if hours of the day.
#happiness
#inspirational
#philosophical #emotions
#philosophical #emotions
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adagio
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 6:59pm
10th Apr 2021 6:59pm
Skipping The Willow
Hiding inside my head
skipping the Willow
as it dances like a butterfly
a pocket full of daisies
of long swaying branches
beneath the breeze
over the sticklebacks
where minnows play
and daydreams lay
listening to a roses' breath
counting the petals
as if hours of the day.
skipping the Willow
as it dances like a butterfly
a pocket full of daisies
of long swaying branches
beneath the breeze
over the sticklebacks
where minnows play
and daydreams lay
listening to a roses' breath
counting the petals
as if hours of the day.
#happiness
#inspirational
#philosophical #emotions
#philosophical #emotions
23 reads
0 Comments
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