Becalming Poems - Poems about Becalming

...Natural soporific narcotic Recurrent suicidal thoughts vaingloriously wend along winding road within windmills of my mind (o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd) yakking, yanking, and yawking zea......Read the rest...

...Homey Hiatus, Hiatus Homey Noble nascent notice nature, frequents features fertile favor, charming colors cure complacent, notice nature, noble nascent. Subtle stages stylishly sort, pledge......Read the rest...

...Why would it matter, why would you care Voices becalming, breathless unpaired Freeing the Dharma, released in the air Transcending today —immortality shared (Villanova Pennsylvania: ......Read the rest...

...Although my spirit wanders free Across the hills, across the sea, It does reflect a beauty’s glow Within my soul’s eternal flow, For precious is grace, bright as dew Evermore we are ......Read the rest...

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...recurrent suicidal thoughts vain gloriously wend (o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd) yanking zeal becalming this crash test dummy rolling stone temple pilot inxs o......Read the rest...

...PART I. I. each night... I think about the moment when we'll vanish on the doormat of an empty house because I know some day they will come - the malignant conquistadors and their moon colo......Read the rest...

...Angels come in a variety of sizes, often unexpected, full of surprises. Times when we’re in direst need, without fanfare or showy parade, they’ll comfort us with timely aid, being sympathetic, t......Read the rest...

...Fighter Be a rebel be a fighter end the darkness light a lighter it is your time burn brighter be bold take action not just a talker much more of now never later world is fast gotta be a catche......Read the rest...

...To let me rove just once again To feel the silver sighing rain, And let me wander one more time To watch the heavens as they climb, Is all that I can ask of you For there is so much more to do, ......Read the rest...

...EARTH: Blossomed and beaten, then nurtured and tilled, Burnished and buckled, soon blackened and chilled. Partisan, personal, some conquered and fought for, Torn down and built up, all bartere......Read the rest...

...She, the golden shrine I worship at, bedecked in satin white and stainless; where windows torn by tearful rain, dried and gleamed transparent. Painless now my eyes, alighting doves becalming,......Read the rest...