Best Chalice Poems

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I drink from the chalice
in light of the day,
a goblet of crystal
on endless display

Where amethyst rainbows
sing songs in the sand
and sunflower fragrances
walk hand in hand

When happiness touches
each mountain I climb
of heart beat concertos
in three quarter time

As clouded sky warriors
reach for the prize,
then fall to their...

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Hands of jagged cliffs
Reach to cup clear mountain wine
Earthly communion




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Oh, drink from the chalice of night.
It is here, my dear, only for you.
Come to me on this starry night
if romance you choose to pursue.

Imbibe, if you will, the sweetest wine.
Oh, drink from the chalice of night.
Come savor these soft lips of mine.
Be drunken with...

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On that summer’s day when we first meet and kissed,
I knew you Madelaine as one I could adore.
Against your family’s wishes, I still persisted
in wooing you; we’d wed or I’d be your paramour. 

The levant winds blew through Spain’s hills unfettered
bringing death to suitors far...

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Open lotuses of purple and indigo hues 
casting spells beneath lawny skies of midnight blue  
each brilliant star more sparkly then the next by heaven's roam;  

Like shooting fireflies and minuets of silent reveries,
the neon fairies claim the quiet waters of the Thame,...

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Bespangled 
she sashays up the shore 
from a sequin gowned sea
wearing the undulating waves
of aquamarine and ambrosial sheen
adorned with shimmering and shivering seeds of excitement 

A thousand beaded fingertips
trace her coral curves
whispering sweet nothings
in the luscious language of brine and blue
drizzling down 
her sea-salted soul-case
teasing...

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Silver Chalice of Hope



Once chased that Silver Chalice with abandon and glee
  life as yet unlived and fate yet to test,
the bounty , purity and sweetness from my living tree
days turned to years as Chalice was laid to rest

Joys, births , deaths and sorrows...

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"The Chalice of Murdered Crows"





How many moonbeams
would it take to overflow 
my chalice bathe me naked
dew kissed diamond glistening
bare skin freedom feet seeking
my missing, slow dancing lover’s athamé


How many sunbeams
would it take to burn 
your see-through eyes knowing all 
right through my violent pounding chest...

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On a mountain top,
In a distant land,
Lived a fierce dragon
With talons sharper
Than the great butcher’s knife
And a breath 
Hotter than a million suns.

His sole purpose for being
Was to protect a chalice.

This chalice was no ordinary goblet,
It was cast in gold
And encrusted with diamonds,
Emeralds, rubies and...

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Time can be defined as the experience of events between birth and death, and our
lives, I think, are defined by the association of friends and family who shared those
events.  The quantity of events which are shared with them builds and defines the
depth of our...

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She visits me in the darkness of night;
a soulless winged creature of vampire lore.
A shadowless shadow that shuns the light;
she softly scratches at my bedroom door.

With my heart pounding, I opened the door;
rapturously under her ghoulish trance. 
And after we kissed, I craved something more,
as...

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The Broken Chalice

It was way too early for me to move in,
But love conquers all, or so Ovid says,
But nothing could prepare me for the javelin.

At first it was an electric lusty heaven,
We were so in love our words could not convey
The danger that was...

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“You walked many miles,
Climbed this mountain
To confront me,
A dragon with the reputation
Of being fierce!
All to possess a so called
Chalice of Courge.
By doing all that you have done
You proved that you already possess
The courage you seek.”

The dragon smiled once more
As he saw understanding 
Washed over Leonid’s...

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Saša Milivojev - A CHALICE OF GORE


Silence bites
Below school's stairs
Trickling tears of fervent gore
From thy brethren's veins
Their cups to the rim they pour

All is shattered in the blast
Heavens echoing with silence
Dracula is licking his lips
Threading fingers through their tears
Pouring for his laughing friends

Ask why, if...

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In shiny armor knights of old,
Only quests for the brave and bold,
Famed Holy Grail chalice to hold.
But my heavy chalice isn’t gold,
Mine is night black and filled with cold,
About death is my story told,
A memory covered in mold.

Not expected plain death, you see,
When older age...

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