Best Enshrine Poems

The many winters I had seen
When  once I was a teen
Gathered inside our small living room
Joy and simplicity our faces illume
Warm with laughter at striking stories
Light is the heart and empty of worries
My sisters and sole brother
The treasure of my father and my mother
Mum,...

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Summer's sweet swans share 
    white winged feathers
Wild and free as they bow their 
     long graceful necks.
Artistic as a poet's painting 
     of fecund flora,
Nature's lough at Coole, their 
   ...

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The price of wisdom won't go unpaid
As lessons learned enshrine their toll
But dreams will ne'er submit to grey
Nor the immortality of your soul

So sing o' heart that must be heard
To all who wait and cherish grace
Of willing minds that could be stirred
And see true beauty...

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Silence like a bird without song
Lost rays of heat when day was long
Cool breeze of seasons gone

Past words of love that go amiss
Romantic days so full of bliss
Promises are long gone

Lifetime of love that seemed fleeting
Flames of passion now retreating 
Years that have come and...

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Moonrise and showers                         
Enshrine flowers                ...

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Let your light, sweet Jesus  
Into our souls’ crib to shine  
Bless our hearts, divine infant 
Your love, forever to enshrine!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  15 DECEMBER 2014




POTD...

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Simple treasures enshrine the heart
bestowing a glee pure with delight;
goodies wrapped in foil thrill the orphans
on a breezy night, sweet lyrics glow…
Merry the friendship when long talks bind
enchanting hours of sweet reveries,
as cheers are shared with honeyed tea
while neighbors join to say hello…

We flock ‘round...

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An Echo Through Time
 
An echo through time follows all now in kind;
It’s the moment when poets find their rhyme!

Past-Present events give us a mirror to see from,
Of what Present Perfect events have now become.

Poets must write to truth what surely they mean;
With such wondrous...

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MAMA AFRICA
 My driver to the earth
 No crush,No regret
 Tales of a black mother
 Mother that mother the
 mother's tongue of mothrer's land.

 When you waft my infant?
 The love you show me is
 that of God to Adam
 Your beam enrich my soul
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Don't ask me to apologize for being the monster inside
I refuse to set any agony i have aside
Don't ask me to torch out the fuse i have growing
There is so much torment behind this face without anyone knowing
Don't ask me to unmask this demon i...

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A bee came buzzing too soon, too soon
The season is not yet in its June
The sap must rise to the breast of the moon
And roots must lust for the earth in ruin

I am planting in September rain
When the ice winds come shall this remain
Shall sow...

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Once great, now feeble, he walks his land,
With quivering scepter in his hand. 
Now relentlessly stalked by nature’s fate, 
Instinct plays drum to his drawn-out gait.  

With nostrils flared he seeks their air,  
But horizoned eyes confirm his despair.  
He circles n’...

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Ever since I first held you, 
I haven't let you go, 

Your love delicate, potent 
this smile I wear emulates 
your love mirrored within 

you move me, 
my spirit influenced 
cessation worthy 
held securely 

Each day our love begins our journey 
together we strive new...

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GOLDEN PENS



May your words forever intertwine,
A couplet of angels most divine
Romance you paint with gentle design
Yet still drink of passions holy wine

Joyfully your sweet soft love does shine
One beautiful kiss loves gleaming sign


Moving as one in poetic line
In each others eyes glinting sunshine
Kisses so soft...

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Continued from Part 1

The City’s blur? A sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews –
Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues,
for churches, mosques and synagogues abide without a bruise.

No cantillation, belfry bells, monastic chants inspire
and Minarets, though standing yet, host neither voice nor crier -
abodes and buildings...

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