Tags waltz
Loving Miracle.A Poem by Leah EverettCrisp memories still breezy in my mind. Of how your bronze eyes shimmered when our gaze linked. I lay icy under the bedcovers when the stars awa.. |
The Last WaltzA Poem by MuseDance with the macabre....... |
Flickering Light (K is for Kristin)A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman BeyFor the woman who has captured my mind, body, and soul, with a bit of life reflection |
One, and two, and...A Poem by SomebrownnerdStaying up so late, I used to be fake. |
Waltz of the Red SquareA Poem by Lewis Davis-NormanA little something from my trip to Russia, hope you enjoy! |
A Waltz in the SkyA Story by AraneeShe was busy scribbling down her thoughts into a leather-bound notebook. After penning down her final thoughts, she put down her ink pen and stared.. |
The Waltz of OneA Poem by Ethale CaptorMy lone walk of life. |
WALTZING VANILLAA Poem by kublakhan2703 13 13 |
One Hell of a ButlerA Story by Samantha ScytheThe waltz was a difficult dance, I may have been a young lord, the queen's lap dog as some like to call me, but I had never danced before. I could nev.. |
Phantom CoupleA Poem by Mason RayburnCue the phantom couple As they waltz across the courtyard. Their master looks on Silently raising a hand to signal None other than their Wou.. |
Panic WaltzA Poem by KellyDance with me, dance with me Dance to the panic waltz Lose your breath, lose your breath Drown in the panic waltz Kill your mind, kill.. |
ExemptA Chapter by Abdul Batin Osman Beybirth and death |
The waltz of deathA Poem by L259The white vintage dress I’m wearing this time, The alluring, blood stained sickle is this night my partner to crime. Performing a gentle.. |
A DanceA Poem by Sam LiebermanWith sweating handsAnd hips to swayA haunting danceFrom dusk till dayHer crimson lipsStained red with wineMy bony handsClasped to her spineThe guests .. |
A FRIEDA/KUBLA COLLAB: ASSUMED INFINITY WALTZING ..A Poem by kublakhan2704 03 14 - 04 08 14 |
MasqueradeA Story by DarkimmortalThe dance never ends. |
WaltzA Poem by Destiny S.The pines are swaying above my head.Back and forth they swing, inviting thespruces into their wobbly waltz. |