Balustrades Poems - Poems about Balustrades

...I would make a museum of my mind Fill these musty halls with all my people Every girl who has walked my corridors To write her piece and paste it on the walls. Every plaque together, a mosaic......

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..."I thought I'd feel comforted by walking through my childhood home. The only emotion I felt was melancholy that it had been abandoned and left alone to die." ~ by poet I sat in sor......

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...Where does one find True Extinction Long gone into sad extinction? Know I some doubly soiled magistrates Clean for their mansions with balustrades, A wife-beater philanthropist Who would not p......

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...My footsteps echoed the echoes of Time as through the streets of Salem I walked. The hour was early and the city still asleep with only a cat sitting quietly on a cold granite sill, the sky slowl......

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... When he reached the courtyard DynDoeth stepped from the shadows and greeted him. One by one each of the Elders also stepped forward. Erlenkönig greeted each in turn. There were only six of ......

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...They killed her lover. She just could not forget. The raven circled thrice around the old oak, But settle silently on her wide shoulders. Dark was the raven, dark the woman’s dress Dark the......

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...The Great Escape Perched on a rooftop terrace in glorious sunshine he watches ahead Floats on his sky looks inwards and ponders the magic path unravel ~ A J......

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...Once we created starry nights, and Mona Lisa with smile slight, we covered chapels in heavenly scenes, made David shine in marble sheen. Now our 'art' make good folks scoff, smear **** on paper,......

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...That afternoon at Highgate When my life had paused awhile, Old graves and headstones greeted With their sad and forlorn smile. Smirched epitaphs stared at me My call they wanted to know, T......

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...There is no poetry without you Softly flows the sunset colors painted on tired skies with fire Igniting a wafting cloud in orchid tints, the fresh scent of pine lingering within its escape ......

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...LIKE when cold cobble stones are Queens without their Crowned King, only now and when my foot-falls scream through a suffering mostly unknown: there's no words ......

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...Cicadas squeak in unutterable frequency out in the wilderness. There is one pallor face overlapping with the foliage. Tousled hair and sl......

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...Oh baneful yellow Moon in fullest rounded sphere, Bright as Summers Buttercups in abundant yield, Coldly riveted upon Winters beaten, thin silvered panels; Thereof: By ye mighty hammer doth great ......

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... Continued from Part 1 The Beggars ’neath the balustrades, and broken Children, Chambermaids, are running wild from wraiths, afraid of dreams where death redoubles. They fritter tim......

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...Persephone; Empress of The Fall They are living balustrades reaching out to incognito riddles Hidden in the maze by branches arching with caresses Where promiscuous light is falling gentle finge......

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