Saga Poems - Poems about Saga

...Like us all poets, we are all the same humankind, Our thoughts have no boundaries, no limitations, We may be bound by the different virtues and vices in life, But we all seek the same truth in ......Read the rest...

...Doubts all over rage, none to hail for help, To lug own luggage, whom to hail for help? Lost hast man his sage, ever keen to help, And nurtured savage, whom to hail for help? If man’s lost ou......Read the rest...

...Let's not brag about begging free Long gone are the days when tears would drop We no longer see the light at the end of a tunnel That s why our eyes are blinded to the truth As we became night cr......Read the rest...

...A secret accord written in breaths, Configured in kisses and celestial caresses, A saga-rhapsody we inscribe in flights of love, Upon this stringless harp called Love. Ancestral pact, Woven from......Read the rest...

...The labyrinth of the mind transforms into a somber temple, where glyphs of thought intertwine, And beneath the dome of the nocturnal sky, hearts like ancient scrolls unfold and burn in incantations.......Read the rest...

...I dread closing my eyes Because when I do, The sane, real world around me dissolves Replaced instead by an inner monster Rising up from the deep dark depths of my mind I make it soun......Read the rest...

...In the realm of existence, where time unfolds, A tale of wonder, in verses untold. A symphony of life, in hues of vast, A saga of futures, present, and past. From the womb of chaos, creation sp......Read the rest...

...In the depths of the laundry pile, where chaos reigns supreme, Lies the mystery of the missing sock, a perplexing, absurd scheme. One by one, they enter the wash, a pair so neat and fine, But some......Read the rest...

...I'm tired of life with Smelly Sid - that sock just stinks of sweaty feet, no matter what they wash him in (in winter's bad, but summer heat...) I rolled out from the washing pile and got away fr......Read the rest...

... As heartrose epitaphs swathe earthly echoes with swelled up w a v e s of spiritual sirens, sea-fairies collide with honeysuckle footprints, traced by mint-green manta rays al......Read the rest...

...I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors, Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour. Functionality and beauty were very vital, s......Read the rest...

...Beneath the host of silence that pierces with the harshness of refusal, A timid odyssey of splendor quietly sharpens its echo. For in the depths of oceans of lamentation hidden, Rests a crystal of......Read the rest...

... Deborah and I were at a party recently. The kind of party where wine and friendship flow with ease. When the partying was over and it was time to leave… Stacy, a friend of ours, could not find h......Read the rest...

... Tír na nÓg - A Tragic Epic Saga ye hear, of a leprechaun and a unicorn who met in a field’s corner a he and she, she killed by a tree, when it fell he couldn’t warn her ......Read the rest...

...In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, pride, wind in my hair. Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, my wanderlust's prayer. Sun, snow, wind sculpt my journey's theme, my ......Read the rest...