Bell Poems - Poems about Bell

I wander through the rust of twilight, carrying your name like a bell melted in a still-throbbing heart I don't know if I love you or if my pupils just shine under your uncertain and fragile spell Thoughts flow like glass birds, colliding, shattering, and piecing back together on the retina in a spiral Sometimes I hide my...

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The sun will shine, The moon will rise. The nights will always glimmer. The birds will fly, The bugs will glide, The people will hide for winter. Everyday subsidies, Everyday I survived, I still don’t feel like a winner. All the plates will be shined, All the guests get invites, But I’ll still eat alone for...

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From where this story start Is a sound of house bell, Perhaps,couldn't accept this part But it had to accept me,this tale. when two dreams met together All restlessness started to arise, Not know about clime and weather Not try to know what is wise. Maybe,that one sound made loud Not exist that day,never this get, But when look back something round Missing in it...

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At the sound of your bell I rush to reply But it rings in the dream I see In a moment away it flies There’s no us in reality Once we were, then we disappeared Died for no reason at all But the sound of your bell I hear Be assured I have heard your call Comes the evening, the day is gone By...

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^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ horizon dark the n i g h t fills me like still sorrow as birds return to nests from sad sky bringing on their wings the distant music of the drifting clouds from the departing day sinking slow in the horizon I hear in the wind on which floats the chime of a far away bell ringing a soft voice of someone calling that sets me to a journey inward where I find my soul silently...

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The flared hem whispers tales of days gone by, Of platforms high and dances in the light, A silhouette beneath a hazy sky, When peace signs bloomed and music felt so bright. These denim folds, a fashion once so high, Now slumber deep within a dusty height, A story in their faded fabric told, Of youthful dreams and spirits unrestrained and bold. ©bfa040525 ...

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My eyes avoid meeting your tongue, For they abhor the sight of enchanted lung. My breaths’ casted in hell, Where I respire amongst broken bells, My heartbeat enclosed in an abandoned cell. All to prevent being stung by virtue shunned cause of cursed spell....

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Mom would ring that bell to tell us to come in for lunch Some times it was liverwurst sandwiches and other times it was hot dogs But it was always delicious and we were always well loved; miss you mom...

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Six enlightened tunes Eight melodies of virtues To become acclaimed In the ten skies of the Church This is the eternal bell This poem is about a 1,200 year old Manichaean bell (and its inscription) found in Ordu-Baliq (Capital of the Uyghur Khaganate). ...

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Oh, what a crisp, beautiful morning, Surely this will be a wonderful day, For every cloud that we will see On our way, I’ll wish for a silver lining, Designed just for you and me. Adventure was nearing, I felt it in my bones, I want Sandy to have an unforgettable day, Hey Sandy, did you see that Unicorn, It was white...

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There is a sadness soothing to the soul, And with its smoothing, Herakles made whole. And deep within him, pealed a bell, And those who hear, must harken well: For from the void, its rhythms swell, And all contrivance shall it quell! ...

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Who will bell the cat? No use with a chat Don't embrace combat Pains come with no end Keep your mind unbend Let pride not involve Think how to evolve Be gutsy to solve Careful in your tread None takes up your stead Stop not; go ahead Worry not for mocks Care not foolish talks Face the stumbling blocks Pick the way to wend Grab success, my friend! Place: 3rd ...

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• The filthy rat that was living in my walls • Had left the house before the rain fell • When it left, in its maw • It carried a rusty old bell...

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If you stand strongly with and for Liberty I will fearlessly join you If you stand firmly for Freedom I will cheer the noble gestures of your kingdom If you stand enthusiastically for Equality I will ecstatically stand with you too If you stand for good democracy I will help you spread the seeds of Love I will happily clap when the doves...

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"The Maiden's Song" or "The Bridal Morn" is an ancient Middle English poem about a young girl, a bride, on the morning after her wedding day. The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn anonymous Medieval lyric loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The maidens came to my mother’s bower. I had all I would, that hour. The bailey beareth...

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