Best Dwelling Poems

The Darkness of Cold Oceans Dwelling Deepest

Into the utter darkness of cold oceans dwelling deepest,
there is far beyond any glimmer of hope an outer limit
that defines a dark realm of the true supernatural reality
existing beyond any iota of human understanding on Earth.

In this dark realm...

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I’ve been here many times before
The door still wears the same coat of paint
The gold colored doorknob
Have only few patches of gold left
The years of wear and tear evident
Sliding it open that old familiar smell 
Wafts pass me, as if in a rush to escape…


The...

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Hundreds of frenzied snakes
Slithering from her head
Looking at me
While her gaze wants 
To turn me to stone 

But I glance away
Knowing the damage 
That can be caused 

I met her
Dwelling in a cave
Unaware of most slang 
But she endures
A painful existence. 

This Medusa 
A friend...

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Dwelling abandon neglected
Not at all picturesque 
This decaying house
Been condemn now for nineteen months
From the roof to the porch
Harvesting ferns in garden
Overgrown growths wild grasses dandelions
Up the swaying staircase 
Window,door crack and broken a mess
The sun and wind whispers through the downspouts and eves
Condemn and...

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Pilot daydreaming

Head in clouds

Lost bearings



Forgot parachute

Now playing

Harp

With angels

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 6 in Dr. Ram Mehta's "Septolet" Contest - July 2011...

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clouds
intrigue
denials...

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I think to myself: I’m safe; I am sound.
Crime in this neighborhood rarely is found.
Night’s dwelling means peace on my little street,
yet thoughts in my head go round and around.

Whose safety can really be certain these days?
On trees out my window I cast my gaze.
They...

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Hades and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling)
   (presenting a fragment of the second part promised)

Where the dark wind blows, lies abound
deep into a ravenous, hellish pit.
Lost souls cry and moan deep under ground
under evil torture each must submit.

Dark Hades, ancients called this gloom
agonizing souls,...

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DWELLING IN HIS PRESENCE

Let Your Divine light shine upon us
Touch the heart and mind
Of our generation and the next
To completely surrender to You 

Let the world kneel upon Your presence
May we bow down our heads and pride
To praise You and lift Your glory
As we cry...

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IN-DWELLING PEACE
I went up and down in quest of peace
Indeed! I found one: an illusion
I proceeded in my hurt for peace
Obviously my bullet hit one
A wealth of joy filled my being
But was a wolf in sheep clothing
Down cast for shooting a wrong target

Enraged, furious, frustrated!
Aware...

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Hot Child In The Urban Summer Dwelling

A Poem by Debbie_Philly
 
" Poem about the heat in the city ....;) "

Hot Child In the Summer Urban Dwelling
 
 
The city streets are buckling under the  sticky smoldering heat.
Urban life at this moment can be so...

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Dwelling in the house of the  King. 
Is where I want to be. 
Dwelling in the house of the Lord. 
Is where I want to be. 

Dwelling in the fruits of the King. 
Is where I want to be. 
Dwelling in the joy of...

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There is a night so starry bright
I recall with such pleasure
it was in the middle of summer
the day had been a hazy hot one

I was in the wilds of Exmoor
sat quietly enjoying the solitude
as dusk lengthened into night
so the heavens light up with moonlight

No human...

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Place Beyond The Horizon, Dwelling In Sunset's Red

Place beyond the horizon, dwelling in sunset's red
all is right - no compromising, silk sheets on every bed
Cool streams lead to good, world exists with no stains
love wins just as it should, nights hold no dark pains

Beyond the...

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into the night's dwelling
things are they way they used to be
only more perfect, 
and even if I lean into the dark hall 
there are stars in my eyes, that keep alive the myth
and we are all there in black and white
tho' my mother's lips are...

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