Bell Poems - Poems about Bell

Not living longer but dying slower The chemo dripping death’s shadow appears Each moment fringed with a joy ill censored The countdown has started whose bell — is near (Dreamsleep: August, 2025) ...

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A bell tolls — with a single chime. Igniting the spell of dawn’s regret. It halts the breath, suspends all time, Foreboding with threats you can't forget. You flinch—one foot on the stepping stone, The wind's first touch scalds your face. Just one finger grips your hand alone. You wait for relief from bell’s disgrace. The silence palls where echoes die— The ring bell...

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I'd choose the USPS "Liberty Bell" stamp for an ekphrasis poem. Here's the poem: In copper curves, the Liberty Bell's tale, A symbol etched in history's hallowed gale, On this small stamp, its lines tell a story grand, Of freedom's voice, in a nation's promised land. The crack that speaks of time and trials past, Echoes whispers of liberty that will...

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Under the moonlight, in the silence that sings like an ancient bell, Thoughts flow like a river of stars illuminating the path, Mirroring in waters the faces of forgotten gods, ancient shadows, In a dance of eternity, where desire and fear meet. Between truth and dream, a silver bridge is built in the night, A path to infinity, where spirits...

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When asked, 'If the orchestra conductor had made an effort more concerted not to miss the concert and a sordid scene averted, would he have been less disconcerted?' "Don’t ask me, I’m only the drummer," replied I in chagrin. And, altho' the name of my favourite band is the one I am currently in, I do like the sound of the moniker, 'Big Ben,' it's...

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I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Liberty’s fracture braided through its fibers a wound that never quite...

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Of eleven children he was the first and from an early age for research had a thirst his love of dogs was no surprise highly regarded he received the Nobel Prize altho' no longer around of all those that ever were I clearly like the sound as with food it goes so well and if nothing else the name 'Pavlov' rings a bell ...

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Amour in glamour, when we were close ! Bell of adieu rang : My feelings froze. Pallid petals dropped. in wilted rose. ...

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“Death can never separate us. Each time you feel a gentle breeze, It's my hand caressing your face.” By Mary Lucas The first bell intoned its dreary dirge. The feel of emptiness spread all around. I was not afraid. I felt tall and steady. Night began to obscure the light of day. I began my lonely trek around...

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We beat our drums to the sound of the bell But we can not copy the sound So we'll dance, and sing in celebration For peace has finally come With the fog cleared up We can see the truth Together we wait For the islands' singing voice to sing again When the bell tolls The story will repeat again Over and over again As we sing...

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Prognostic,___Anticipation Doce de Leite It was a bold statement. One that was made in front of a lot of people. But pouring tea and reading the leaves$!2$-$%!!! (trademark restrictions means we can't reveal the name): but it was said in 2025 at number 500 bouts. He shall began a reign: that shall transigned to an era...

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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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