Begets Poems - Poems about Begets

...Poet’s sleep with their memories to hate or to love Voices unanswered the night’s turtledove Darkness remembers what daylight forgets As dreamers reenter — what twilight begets (Dreamsl......Read the rest...

... From the moment his eyes found mine, I felt him wrapping me in a silk cocoon... held closely within the warmth of his arms. I was aware of the threads he was weaving when our lips ......Read the rest...

...memory begets anticipation manifesting a subtle seeking of a fragrance that we recall which once enlivened our heart yet this desire mitigates the pulse of the new offering of the universe avai......Read the rest...

...The mother loved him before she met him. On days when her love posed a threat She gambled with her health And cradled him against her breast, And clenched her teeth to preserve the gift h......Read the rest...

...those who bring joy and laughter inside their souls never fully heal, but they can tolerate the pain for happiness begets happiness uplifts, and inspires hope, which brings healing to its fulles......Read the rest...

...Sherrie was loved, felt it every minute Her mother was a cuddler, a hugger, She had a good heart, and was kind She never wanted to grow up But she did grow up, and became a terrific mother Hug......Read the rest...

...Solidarity follows What humility begets Hilarity follows When humanity forgets Sorrowful wallows We panic, we regret Indemnity follows A species drowning in debt ......Read the rest...

...Life’s inflicted many a scar From God’s light, we’ve drifted afar Desire begets fear, fear desire Love and light is all we require We drift through life, as though we’re blind Shifting goalpos......Read the rest...

...In every apple, an atom resides; in every Adam, an apple abides. So it goes and goes, apples toppling off tables in rhythmic waves, falling through slits, convincing themselves they are......Read the rest...

...“A famous work dating from 1885 by Russian realist painter Ilya Repin, Ivan the Terrible and his son Ivan. The painting depicts Ivan the Terrible mortally wounding his son Ivan in a fit of rage, and ......Read the rest...

...Of bereavement for a nation long ago blessed by God, a loved one no longer at the table, the environment of earth struggling to be an Eden. People clamoring for bread, a roof over their chilled......Read the rest...

...The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted. In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth. Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so h......Read the rest...

...artful alliteration uses air like a baton, breathing begets cadence, creating cushions of cashmere debating the diction, dive into echoes enchanting forever fixated on f......Read the rest...

...the only time I clean is when I am angry because anger begets anger and cleaning always puts me into a brown funk I have been known to turn a room upside down and inside out dusting, strippin......Read the rest...

...A poison casted in the wind leaves a scar in your heart, hard of healing, but keeping it deep inside you for long makes the air that you breath suffocating. A wounding blow on your skin lea......Read the rest...