Balconies Poems - Poems about Balconies

...I think I hear whispers floating through my mind, It's the voice of someone I held dear- I remember the days when games were the only stress there. Opposite balconies facing each other, Extendi......

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...What if I lose it all? Forget who I am and Die and cry and fall. I'll be nothing but just sand, Floating and fleeting in the air, In the world Without a care. Will it numb the pain, Or it ......

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...I thought it was enough I loved them all. Yet love may rise, whilst lives about one fall. In myriad hopes conceiving were I tasked, Yet all the while, on balconies I basked. For glory’s garlands ......

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...I met an old man in Atlantic City, in a library by the shore Through the glass, the ocean shimmered, he couldn't ask for more He said he'd been retired since his wife had passed away His kid......

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...Filtering through the empty broken balconies along the rivieras are the waning cacophonies echoing monotonous songs, “Merciless they are to us at the breaking of dawn” Where life once thrived, we......

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...Before the marathon began, I walked First Avenue, Aware 100,000 feet Would soon come pounding through. The do-not-cross tape waited And the police were getting set To control the hordes of ch......

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..."Get high on yourself baby You The revolution" It wasn’t Reagan chirping away That brought down the Berlin Wall It was Nina Hagen brawling like a sprung spider From a death crack in the wall ......

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...Frayed border prints paste illusion, worn-out inks swirling bleeds, The hauls, stareways, persuasion, privileged balconies. Antiquities of read reviews, claims of a r......

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...My life was a river, and I was a willow twig,  Bobbing on a creek toward the sea. Strong, fast, lively children tried to catch me and failed. The greatest sports hero, I dreamed I'd be.   A boy a......

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...In a never sleeping metropolis, In the dungeon of a room, My days and nights are locked! I am a traveler on a street, with no end in sight, But just the bustle of the moving crowd, And a handfu......

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...Italia we strolled the country side throughout the villages of Sicily peeking through stone ways above garden nooks of Puglia catering to the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases tha......

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...Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation. Anne Rice From the deepest recesses of the crowded hall Came a thunderous applause that shook the walls......

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...I stand alone and gaze upon the field full of crosses, In silence, with an empty soul, I think of the days that have passed, My pockets are full of sad thoughts, like faithful dogs, I stand alone ......

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...Mardi Gras has finally come to town Bourbon Street is getting ready for the best party around Let the party begin as the neon lights get the revellers dancing through the streets Music from vari......

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...So quaint the papa Of the church original So loose, the benedictions From balconies fall. Hours or minutes Or seconds or days End times, ne'er So obviously near. Reguild the lillies On......

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