Best Awing Poems

Somewhere in midnight’s nocturnal hallways
As the chill settles down with starlight
While the world stands silent in waiting
There abiding with his flock walks the shepherd
Hopeful in thought and yet weary of foot
He moves his charges through the bite of night

His hope in the coming dawn lifts...

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EYES

The round-of-life scene,
Hope of hereafter,
An aspect between

Movement hinders sight      and more
A sandy beach
Spread at the shore

Glaze      crust    an itchy lid
Harsh chemicals
A thousand things hid

But now I lay me down,
Bright years in favor,
Beloved...

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Unbelievable- Paris stopped breathing and even the world,
the cathedral spire shuddered, clung, trembling;
then, plunged burning and the crowd and the world itself,
wept, for the beautiful Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.

Construction of the cathedral began in 1160 to 1260,
a wonderful example of Romanesque French Gothic architecture;
I...

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EYES - 

The round-of-life scene,
Hope of hereafter,
An aspect between

Movement hinders sight      and more
A sandy beach
Spread at the shore

Glaze      crust    an itchy lid
Harsh chemicals
A thousand things hid

But now I lay me down,
Bright years...

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Beautiful music 
when you reach my ears I hush
awing your songs whim...

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As I incorporate colours with images in my dreams,
Still it’s more the emotional attachments that set the scenes.
Like an onlooker in another world of landscapes,
I am in control as I pull back the invisible drapes.

My mind wanders from my body so light
And flies off with...

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I was thinking of my youth,
which I occasionally do (SIGH).
When I remembered how I it was
to watch a butterfly.

They weren't around all that much to see
as I grew up in the big city.
Yet I had seen them fluttering about,
even trying to catch those so pretty.

Orange...

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I took my children in October
To a castle in the hills.
We were enchanted by its splendor,
Awing grandeur and strange thrills.

Purple plumes of smoke were pouring
From big chimneys in the sky.
The silver moon came out of hiding.
Scary bats began to fly.

I told my self I couldn’t...

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Vibrant hues of scarlet and gold
Lilac, sapphire, colors so bold
Whispering tunes of glorious hope
Breathless promises revealing how to cope

Rich varieties of laughing blooms
In their beautiful, magical costumes
Fragrances tempting, like lilac perfume
Sweet as tender roses, even the heirloom

Listening to the silence of a tender bud
There comes...

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I took my children in October
To a castle in the hills.
We were enchanted by its splendor
Awing grandeur and odd thrills.

Purple plumes of smoke were pouring
From big chimneys in the sky.
The silver moon came out of hiding,
Scary bats began to fly.

I heard moans and groans and...

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We pen the beauty of butterflies; we witness the grace in their flight.
The brilliance of shades is seen by day, but what of them by night?
They droop beneath the limbs; wings bound to hold dreams safe.
Dreams from babes who slumber; solace embroidered upon their face.
You...

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Something about the month of May
Through early dawn unto the day
From dusk to night's twinkling play
Of all nature's beauty on display
The Star's own star shines on so bright
Like the sparkle in her eyes alight
I chance to catch her downcast sight
That sets me lost in love's...

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This empath in me
Is embedded in you
Baby, everlastingly,
I feel you effortlessly too

I will hold you close…
I’m your empath nose to nose
Chest to chest, eye to eye, no lie
I will be there, that, I can’t deny 

I know when you’re tomato-mad red
Know you’re baby-sky blue instead
Know...

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Equus Ferus caballus bovinium
awing the Browsband, he sat upon the latigo Keeper
relevant scales
an occurance of a dynamic conjunction
the rhizosphere
in Gilib. He said!
sativa fabaceae and
Tataricicum
Fagopu esculentum
disentangle rhizosheric
those processes
Adda Aiia O' badia Obadiah!
he grinds the wheat to be meals
for the peoples!
biosphere, hydrosphere, pedoshere
sativa fabaceae, fagopyrum
tataricum
tataricum!
fagopu esculentum!
serendipitous
bovinious sandwichious,...

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Wrinkles and twinkles and wind colored cheeks
callused old feelings well hidden

Take a ride in Old Vermont across the covered bridges
Wander through the woods of Maine on down east running ridges 
Stop and face the hard won life See to feel the work the strife
Recognize to...

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