Hieroglyphics Poems - Poems about Hieroglyphics

...I remember Cleopatra's moon, as triangles of time unveiled pyramids embalmed in juniper, incensing golden dreams. While in desolate dunes of the sunrise Sahara, I've engraved your initi......Read the rest...

...Listen to the shifting winds carrying musical meteors, there soars floating letters between lyrical lines, emanating runes that reflect revolving rhymes of faith within and beyond. F......Read the rest...

...A mental landscape of shifting sand dunes. an intimation that something may be worth writing, A scrabbling creature crawls bedraggled out from a saturated darkness. A Scarab beetles shadow ta......Read the rest...

...Life is a song, incomplete, yet soothing— lullabies lulling the world to sleep with its balladic lilt, gently swaying to the depths of its nomadic syncopation. Where I can subdue archaic h......Read the rest...

...The past is made of ashes stoked by the warm fires from what was once the present. They lay before me in the fireplace—heaped together, delicate and formless—with a bittersweet taste, soft color, and......Read the rest...

...I want to swim in the golden rivers of your heavenly haven, wading through every swirl and twirl flowing in splendiferous streams. Taste of your warmth courses down ruffles within my ribs, pulsat......Read the rest...

...Just because you didn't finish that thought Doesn't mean we didn't know what you were thinking And you’d think the voice in my head had no choice but to agree with me But the knife’s dripping......Read the rest...

...The said hieroglyphics drove into the night, Racked up its mystery, then parted and swiped, Bellowed at suspicion and candid eye sight, To foster fomented a reasoned parallax, piped. Left to ri......Read the rest...

...I'm writing my heart out clean tonight; my Mask only read in your mummified veins; I join your heart in its breaking's right— I'd not meant you to be alone; these days. I still grasp your dawn on......Read the rest...

...Sometimes my soul resembles distant horizons, like burning stars abandoned between dusk and dawn. When the sky hangs as heavy as my hazy heart, I search for a sign ......Read the rest...

...Tattooing scars gives them flare, stylish make up is what others see; Sometimes disguised completely proper angles let old marks shimmer; Stylish make up is what others see, perfection glitte......Read the rest...

...Serpents in Egypt engraved images for each being Unveiling the lack of discursive reasoning in the heavens Not manmade patterns to represent sounds and reasonings......Read the rest...

...Star-Gate is illusive, as Genesis is evasive EL-OH-AOW-ARE-U, can this be true... "first human words" In Earth's beginning, we begat to know, *WHOM* was this keeper of our Star-Gate... wh......Read the rest...

...A “PAPA” coffee cup Not quite as old as Those who gave it to me. An old metal stapler, Part fastener, part weapon. 27 pencils which Can never be found when needed. Notes, scribbled cursive Th......Read the rest...

...Little poems to nowhere Static on the page Busy hieroglyphics On a paper stage Nimble little fingers Penned, and penned again Lines that burst with static charge Dormant, now and then Lo......Read the rest...