Ancient Poems - Poems about Ancient

I felt the earth moving under my roots. Very same feeling deep down as it was - five thousand years ago when Flame Mountain started murmuring and belching before. It turned its anger on all of us spewing a fire river of scorching lava burning the brush to ash, darkening all living things it touched in its flow. They call me "Methuselah The...

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Pharaoh Akhenaten liked his potbelly to show He told the artists to draw him Rubenesque without woe An Egyptian monarch with confidence back in the day So, the skilled artesian painted Akhenaten exactly that way....

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The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella encourages us to: gather 'round. His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dragged unwillingly along by his CliffsNotes speech. What catches my wandering eye is that one of those ruined effigies is a fair facsimile of myself. He (a god/king...

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Under the sky like an ancient parchment, etched with falling stars, I told her I would be the shadow of the tree under which dreams rest, I said I would be the place where tears turn into butterflies, That I would be the silence that embraces the echo of extinguished pains. But when she came, carrying a universe of...

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In Enugu, where coal city dreams rise, Beneath Nigeria’s sun, under African skies, Hills whisper tales of Igbo grace, Ancient spirits dance in this sacred place. Palm trees sway, red earth hums low, Nsukka’s wisdom in breezes flow. Markets pulse with kola nut’s cheer, Okpa’s warmth draws loved ones near. From Awhum’s falls, where waters sing, To Udi’s cliffs, where...

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When the ancient goes wild  Our hotel in Porto was at the highest point although we had been promised a room downtown we didn’t have to walk so far, s then I had paid in advance across the street from the hotel a big disused water tower from the time people didn`t bother with showers every day making us smell like...

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the ancient knowledge! I love to gain, have and see wow! of its magic ...

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Nature is the Leader Nature is the home. The Home. The life giver. Air, water, everything The laws of nature preserve and increase life. The Life. For livings For plants, animals, and humans. Nature can live without us. Nature can live without humans. Man can’t live without nature So, why do we want to organize and drive the life...

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Drink the water of mountain brook Sweet and clear, it fills you with joy Try it once, very soon you’re hooked Much like ale, in thirst, to enjoy Ancient music, from ages gone by Is like stream, crystal clear ’n light Stays as friend of my soul and ally Simple sounds are total delight Flute and oboe, old fiddle and harp Horns and pipes,...

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Shell, ancient mortal, Cast from sparkling oceans, soul For your lost love pined....

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I was baptized in the howls of wolves, under the lattice of thorns of ancient winds, My veins are mapped by serpents, my pulse beats to the rhythm of forgotten beasts, All who fear kneel, but I stand untamed in the midst of the storm, Unsculpted by the hand of time, unyielding in the face of attempts to...

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The river of life flows freely, whispering ancient secrets under the starry sky, the waves sing with joy, crashing against the shores with the longing for a new beginning, the light of youth shines like a beacon in the deep night, guiding lost steps on the paths of unseen connections, under golden skies, clouds dance in slow and wide...

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Q What God A Minute's? theme song has been circulating inside of my mind? A Hallelujah, I will meet you in the rapture, I will meet you in the middle of the air. Q Do you think that the Holy Spirit is trying to reveal to me that the rapture is very ...

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The albatross, a frozen, spectral wing, Hangs heavy 'cross the sky, no solace it can bring. A ship of bones, on seas of liquid lead, Where cursed winds howl, and ancient horrors spread. The mariner's gaze, a hollow, burning stare, Reflects the ice, and whispers of despair. The serpent coils, beneath the frosted wave, A living shadow, from a watery grave. The moon,...

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In the depths of the mind, where thoughts weave like threads of an ancient tapestry, I wonder why women, like comets piercing the night sky, Are more intriguing to men than men are to them. Perhaps they carry unknown galaxies in their eyes, realms of dreams and mystery, Each of their smiles is an enigma, an untold story waiting...

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