Ambit Poems - Poems about Ambit

... Someone stuck in the tunnel dug in the desolate desert of deprivation, doesn’t know what conceived in notion constitutes the rationale of the thing people of perception define as the art......

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...Silent waters always are said to run deep; And looks often end up in deception As venturesome finds do in exception Bring forth reward to cherish and keep A trekking crew found on an desolate......

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... Written: January 04, 2025 For Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker Line of inquiry: “free from conditioned belief no agenda on our shelf vibrant as the light of Self life flow......

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... In the dark opaque night, across the sonorous space of solitude, enfolding the languid landscape of existence, bereft of the beguiled spirit in indolent life, my forsaken journey’s pathway m......

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... The almighty takes care of us from above, as His benevolence showers with relentless love. The cornucopia of His blessings overflows, while the ambit of divine ambiance grows within t......

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... In the dark opaque night, across the sonorous space of silence, enfolding the languid landscape of existence, bereft of the beguiled essence in indolent life, my forsaken journey’s pathway m......

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...First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays wet patio shrub basket in the haze zealous heartland tower cry as life force celebrate and savour August rare days Magenta skylines cluster silken clo......

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...Within the ambit of the psyche untamed Is the wonder cavern with hanging thoughts And projections prompting peevish plots- Thick and prickly notions oddly framed Fall about, on the least spur of......

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...Under the scorching blaze of the craving sun The desiccated life suffering forsaken parched Searches for a wayside tree of gratification To provide the satisfying shade of success. The fulfillm......

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...Penumbric Fringe David J Walker The lateness of the hour Measured in the meter of the News-mans message The Hour is Late But not come Cries the downtown crier The lateness of the hou......

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...Across figurative and literal blackened white board... Where death of democracy writ large, nevertheless psychological strength predominates unlike earlier chapters of mein kampf. Mine hardsc......

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..."The winds of change" a Briton warned In his speech to South Africa, Meaning that those who were scorned Might soon rule the republica. Many heard what he was saying From the parliamentary pod......

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...The hull lolls, anchored to a fouling current. Juggernauts of heat sleep under a leaden sky, bugs lurch and slow skirt. I nod over my spine, afloat on a humming haze. An osprey jumps out of a hi......

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...Across figurative and literal board... mine hardscrabble existential debacle spelled losing game of trouble Oft times, I experience wretchedness being alive spurring wonderment whereby thoughts......

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...On threads of wispy air, in breathy undertones of political wind, I can hear the quiet catastrophe, the quiet ruination of our commonwealth. I can hear the sleepy madness, turned avalanche betwe......

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