Beacon Poems - Poems about Beacon

This poem is featured in Dr. Ivan Edwards' upcoming anthology, Resonance of the Soul: Flowers and Harmonics, published by IEME LLC. The book will be available in e-book, softcover, and hardcover formats upon release. Available on YouTube. Healing - A tribute to those who battle mental health The journey to wholeness: Reflections on mending wounds, overcoming...

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nocturnal mistress ...

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Its not a lighthouse in a storm Theres no foghorn to be heard Lighthouses warn of danger Make you turn away without a word Its not a spotlight to be avoided Not glaring into your soul Not trying to bring attention To every flaw or failed goal Its a beacon there to guide you To help you find your way to shelter No matter what...

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I am a sifter So I can be objective Regarding the sincerity of my smile About why I laugh About whom I assign The key that renders my being whole I am a sifter So I can be intentional Regarding the weight of my words About when I speak About whom I honor With the deepest secrets of my soul I am a sifter So I can be...

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I must keep up the fight This life will not be my plight In the shadows darkness nears Doubts will be conquered and banished fears My soul burns a steady flame I’ll rise above, in my own fame Though obstacles faced and many lessons learned Stronger in spirit I will return So let the storms come as the fierce winds blow My inner strength...

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A beacon of love Gleaming in the bright harbor So that all can see ...

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Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceptive beacon, Authority entices the shadows, drawing the basest elements of our kind, Throughout history, humanity has been shackled by the dregs of the world, slaves to their own decay, They endure any humiliation, commit any vile act, just to taste the nectar of domination. The wretched remnants...

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BEACON A contrast to night You are both dawn and sunset More subtle than day You are my destination And a light I can steer by ...

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In twilight’s grasp a love once bright, now tangled in a fading light. A cherished soul, a memory’s dance, embraced by time’s relentless trance. In wandering paths, they roam, a journey through the mist unknown. A mind adrift on waves unseen, yet in their heart, love’s flame still gleams. The moments shared now echoes past, a fleeting smile, a love that lasts. Though memories may...

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Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet, Author, Actor, and Model: American Historian. In creative expression, words become brushstrokes, painting vivid mind landscapes. Each sentence is crafted with care, and each phrase is a brushstroke that adds depth to the canvas of imagination. As the reader embarks on this literary journey, they are greeted by a symphony of...

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Buck up the night is shining A beacon of stardust glitters...

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Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceitful beacon, Authority tempts the shadows, alluring the lowest elements of our kind, Throughout history, humanity has been shackled by the dregs of the world, slaves to its own decline, They endure any indignity, commit any vile act, just to taste the nectar of dominion. The world's wretched...

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Upon this cold, unyielding marble, we gambol amidst shadows, a grotesque distortion of nature's fair marrow. My art, a solitary beacon against ensorcelled plight, illuminates the malice that drenches me tight. You, a deluge of solace when conflagrations take flight, your torment righteous and due. Thine own tribulations have ushered thee to this view, and...

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when trees are crushed, papers form. a beacon of knowledge, but also the end of a lively plant. ......

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Here I go, treading through the dark forest My inner soul changes from dark to light Behind, in front, sideways; the lights, soarest! I go, unaware of my inner plight Within me, lights the dark pathway ahead There is no more dread, for goodness prevails A bridge ahead I glide thoroughly undead Trample on bitter weeds of evil; veils An all powerful...

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