Balcony Poems - Poems about Balcony

1 o'clock morning morning moonrise shining, poetry in my mind. Is it a sign of a masterpiece? What will I ever be besides a poet. I write to right the songs. I am a poet. I think I know I show it. Nothing more than expert experience and exceptionality in my reality. Aah! Chilly out...

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Distant noises in the morning Distant morning spread its flair Got no learning from the yearning Boys are riding boards out there Something metal knocks on metal Birds are flapping down and up I take off the whistling kettle For the instant coffee cup Comes a rare span of silence And among the flowers I Sit and gaze at floating islands, Formless islands in the sky....

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A scrubbing time's piece From dark cloth and pillow hugs, Well manners bleached on Smudge, gone moments by light that A blotchy face remembers. ...

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Ocean view is gift Few steps to balcony Immersed the blue sea. ...

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It was covered by a blanket of moss with a wood fence that looked as sturdy as a young child’s craft project, stretching across a patio, the memory of jazz. It had a tower on the balcony, reaching towards the moon in the midnight sky. A witches’ tower made with alchemy in which a kidnapped girl, hostage, would cry. It has a...

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Roses spread with lace garter; Boutonnière and charter. Green meadow eyes clung to lass. Juliet was upper class. A shepherd was he, with crook. All gentle men, she forsook. Under the willow, the wind Warmed petals with no rescind. Tempo was slow with his bride Deep smile, a groom could not hide. Underneath his ruddy beard, “Reverie,” the garden cheered. How lucky was a poor man To find...

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Sat there on my balcony hoping you would come back to me I played the chords on my guitar but the music didn't seem the same The winter breeze embraced me as though it understood how I was feeling But then, it whispered in my ear "It's been a while since you got drenched in sorrow get...

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She leans, upon the evening balcony, In her robe, Casual as a lilly, In Summer, She leans, Upon the evening balcony, Sensual in her being, As the sky is an ocean, Her lush, And chic golden hair, Takes ones reveries, Away from the evening clouds, To a caress of her Beauty, In your sigh, That becomes high, As a lilly and the horizon, She leans, upon the evening balcony, A cigarette and candlelit, Steward of...

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July 17th, 1981 three sisters decided to split a hotel room bill and enjoy the weekend. they stayed at the Hyatt Regency, a beautiful place. marigold ran downstairs to do some dancing in the courtyard daisy elected to stay in and read a novel she wanted to read. lily thought this was hilarious as she danced on the walkway “come on...

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The balcony bows like a bridge unmaintained. Song birds are silent, their hearts uninspired. Grape vines hunker down as if never trained. Scarlet petals fall, their fragrance expired. Shattered is the night sky like sharp glass shards. Sparks, once in our eyes, liquify the ground. Minstrels are mute in abandoned courtyards. Pitter-patter is the refraining sound. Masquerade faces can no longer hide from the...

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An overhang might be a mystical spot, where shattered hearts can be recuperated, Hidden trusts are given fresh life, The shouts of torment are discernible, The sky is seen through a brought-down look, The eyes clear away their auld tears, furthermore, spirits are covered in obscurity, welcome the beams of trust....

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From a Balcony in Paris Fine rain open umbrella Sitting on the balcony Of a hotel Overlooking Haussmann-Saint Lazare. Throngs of people Something has changed People drink Starbuck Eat hamburgers On the hoof. Old restaurant closed Converted To fast-food joints. I sigh Drink from the bottle Of Bordeaux To avoid Getting rainwater In my wine....

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Birds have started chirping Sun is just about to set Squirrel is squeaking as it scampers on branches of flame tree Bees are buzzing Crows can be heard saying caw, caw Eagle flies with a screeching sound Oriental magpie robins can be seen on flame tree chattering. They sit on a branch, walk towards flowers, drink nectar, fly to another branch,...

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My countenance, a melancholy After strange footsteps possess our balcony, Close to my two-room apartment, Now limitlessly a source of contentment.. I do anxious listening, The hairs on my skin glistening; My ears coming alive, a-twitching: Those of an eavesdropper soon a-snitching. A near filtering of the snatched sound, As they keep gaining ground; The fullest conviction that they didn’t belong to a friend. Or...

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I was at the balcony so high A golden plate shines bright above the sky Even it's beam fell on to me On, could you tell me? Can I come to you and be free Wolves are howling at the plate, shine bright That plate gives me a golden sight Waiting for you, or I'll come to you I'm waiting for the...

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