Vault Poems - Poems about Vault

...At the crossroads of years, where stones whisper for centuries, Inside unfolds the mystical drama of the self seeking light, Through mazes of thoughts like leaves rolling towards truth. Thirsty so......Read the rest...

...I love women who gracefully dance And sweetly sing; and women who Avidly read and who brilliantly think; I love women who love to love— And who despise to hate—and who Receive and give of th......Read the rest...

...I prefer my soup hot and fresh. But sometimes I like to change it up With something cold, like Gazpacho. It's still best fresh but still good when cured. But when it spoils, it's just nasty and d......Read the rest...

...Paralysis in the body makes the mind dead as well. Doesn't existence drag, like an engine-less machine? Though a hundred stewards assist, isn't life more than hell? bed, like servants who never he......Read the rest...

...Beneath the starry vault of memory, your voice lays down Like a blanket of marble weathered by long-forgotten deities. I've allowed my hopes to be gently polished By the eternal warmth of your wor......Read the rest...

...Idyllic reverie during break of day May today bring unbridled bliss delivered courtesy sunshine kissed giving Midas a run for his money. When the last trace of night evaporates analogous t......Read the rest...

...Opinions Elon's super truck gets a bad press there has been some setback, which will be fixed It is too early to take delight in his setback a man like Elon Musk has many enemies dislike his......Read the rest...

...Poetry is a drug, mixed in the alchemy of the night, An elixir of never-ending dreams, the bitter drink of wandering souls, Poured into the empty goblets of thirsty minds, And it flows, softly, th......Read the rest...

...In the realm where night caresses the dawn, Under the stellar vault, where time rests in memories, A song rises, an echo of lost souls, On lands where love, an eternal enigma, weaves its myths. D......Read the rest...

...If my being is not born from words, What am I, in the vast anonymity? Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language, Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors. If scars do not define me......Read the rest...

...Deep within our cosmic fabric hides The magical, mystical thought that carves the world into waves. The scarf of the evening pulls over the flight of winds, Like the celestial dawn that envelopes ......Read the rest...

...A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else—John Burroughs Blame Underneath a belt of stars in stratosphere’......Read the rest...

...Beneath the arched vault of infinity, immerse yourself in the mystified blue, Where loneliness utters incantations in silent reverberations With a tempered voice, In melodies of screaming blue, di......Read the rest...

... Roused by a rude jolt I start up from my half-slumber. Utterly clueless I move about clinging to my pet delusions in complete darkness of my past coming after me swinging a truncheon… ......Read the rest...

...The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started. —T.S. Eliot Over stressed waves of ebb and flow of salt. How swell, my voyage is, in float through cave. Is sought, th......Read the rest...