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Archaic Poems - Poems about Archaic

Premium Member Archaic Like Spindles
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Categories: archaic, allusion, analogy, books,
Form: Senryu
Dagung
Another word for Daybreak, everyday's best Time to be happy Look back on the old Recalling the best moments Of each newborn day Ancient tongues dawning Should be resurrected new Anew modern words http://www.old-engli.sh/dictionary.php haiku chain...

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Categories: archaic, language,
Form: Haiku



Sonnets X-Xvi
Sonnets X-XVI Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”) by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We cannot know the beheaded god nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will emanates dynamism. Otherwise the firmly muscled abdomen could not beguile us, nor the centering loins...

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Categories: archaic, art, body, god, life,
Form: Sonnet
Archaic Torso of Apollo: Rilke Translation
Archaic Torso of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We cannot know the beheaded god nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will emanates dynamism. Otherwise the firmly muscled abdomen could not beguile us, nor the centering loins make us smile at the...

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Categories: archaic, art, body, god, life,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member Trying To Smear a Poor Defenseless Deer With An Archaic Spear
There once was a ghost who loved the post He enjoyed the thrill of the periodicals fill Turning each page of the paper Geared to those who picked up an honest wage as waiters. There were all these incredible tales Using sources that were impossible to fail. Flipping through the headlines He looked for a...

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Categories: archaic, animal, environment, evil, husband,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Archaic Words
Was the task difficult? I do not know. Would you say easy? No. What about reasonably difficult? Maybe. I sense hesitation. Can you put it in your own words? Head shake ‘no’. Why not? Long sigh. What does task mean? Task. Chore. Mission. Three archaic words....

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Categories: archaic, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Last Memory
Life is but a recording and has been placed in your memory We are all actors who have a part to play on a wide TV screen We have action, drama and even comedy Life is but a movie that is played by you and me We all dress up and play a part just like on TV We film...

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Categories: archaic, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
Archaic Affair
Passion rose quickly in the spa Expectations now were sky high But suddenly he said, "Oh, no Ma," "I'm startin' to cramp in my thigh" Quite deftly she rubbed it on out There weren't many places she missed And just like that back on track Passion returned as they kissed Fondling and groping then ensued The dog stared at them beside the spa She didn't...

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Categories: archaic, age, body, desire, grandparents,
Form: Quatrain
Thou Hast a Heart O Silver
Heart o Silver, doth thou dither? About the stars, or planets blither? O grateful gods, become so weary, Heart o silver, hast left thee teary. Glaciated by wind and storm, Nevermore, thy heart be warm....

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Categories: archaic, blue, grief, heart, old,
Form: Rhyme
Archaic Eulogies and Their Synergies
Live on Facebook I post rubbish To caress the spook Who dares to finish The sleep I lose In the wee hours of nights Disturbed by the booze I swill in my fights Against strictures Society calls taboos In lampoon literatures That scorn the tattoos Adorning my arms My torso, my neck Without the qualms Society spots in a speck Akin to a storm in the teacup Society perceives in the freedom I...

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Categories: archaic, poems,
Form: Free verse
Archaic Celebration
But we don’t need to celebrate Easter anymore, Because we have our health service full throttle, Anyone can come, any walk of life, many more, There’s no conditions or qualifications to bottle. So we don’t need Easter, we don’t need this time, We don’t need the resurrection to throw us off, Because it’s out of...

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Categories: archaic, culture, easter, god, gospel,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member Just That Archaic Poet
On a peaceful isle of your hammock Bring me notes from an old guitar That I may share euphoric thoughts Embracing a geek in silence. Past Tolkien's edge, a rite I bless While on sweet trail, God's pentagram lights optical dreams to refine, This after-life’s soft artistry. Pour down on me, my brother Chan, and fire my breath with your warm torch; for an...

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Categories: archaic, dedication, friend,
Form: Blank verse
In Memory of Chan Hurst-The Archaic Poet
Brother,you were a human torch in a melanchonic orbit of undefined wars Now you are a pentagram star mystical and magical Pouring light and love from a happier place from behind heaven doors Not so distant though worlds afar. Through each verse and every stanza you are. Like Tolkien,your middle earth was always the unknown, Your soul has found its home. A sculptor of word A weaved tapestry...

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Categories: archaic, absence, angel, beauty, bereavement,
Form: Rhyme
Archaic, These Tides That Flow
Wickedly wanton desires ? Burning deeply.. This love's lavender lit, lanterns; buried aneath Her sea be joyful, crimson pleasures ? Bathing aside Their shores soaked as sands; her beauty melting within.... Shameless hands his clock, timeless ? Sighs, then she screams....

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Categories: archaic, girl, love, passion,
Form: I do not know?
My Archaic Visage of Sorrow
I cry in longing For a world I never knew Woe all ye my lament and dispose of this find For the countenance of my tumult is indeed a gorgon to behold, Woe ye i mourn the death of youth I who has felt her descent as wistful longings and mine puny regrets in this wretched world, filling my heart to...

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Categories: archaic, symbolism,
Form: I do not know?

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