Best Ewer Poems

sunset gently falls
under the sky colors blend
nature's soothing call
newer cache of dreams descend
yearning  hopes waken transcend
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In a small market 
to the forests  
Where after the 
Friday-prayers
The gujjars were 
shopping for the 
week-long; 
Wearing jeans—
neither short nor 
full,                      ...

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Fair Angels of Parnassus, Muses Nine,
That on its snowy summit gay recline
With other gods, are haply the cynosure
Of poets whom inspires your sacred ewer,
O'erflow'd with the ambrosial Hippocrene,
The haunt of daughters of Mnemosyne, 
And Father Jove who loves these nymphets most,
And of that gelid crest...

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Train of Thought
This is a poem about ideas how they come to us and leave us just as quickly just 
now as eye began this piece the train of thought has left me standing at the 
station in confusion. The epic is gone the best...

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I'm walking miles for water
I drag my aching feet
There's no shelter or escape
From this torturous , scorching heat
My ewer I hold balanced
Upon my tiny head
I dream of cool ,clean water
And the thought of being fed
My siblings cry with hunger
There's sores upon their eyes
The stench is...

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Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting. 
Between those limbs, chords darken
where pale angels go blind.

A deep ewer of sound
pours from palpating fingers.
While her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from lava.

Her body croons
wrists cuffed to the music,
closed eyes
bathe naked in dark pools.

A depth climbs to...

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Prayer For Parme 
May the wind be at ewer back. 
May fortunes smile. 
May the goblet bee half empty always full. 
May the cruse of oil never fail. 
May eye love ewe for all time. 
May Iff come some day. 
May Ever after IFF. 
May...

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Blessings I Am Thank Full
An Acrostic 
Bibles ask,
Long eons givings...
Endless eons sphere spirals
Such infinity’s messages.
Such tribulations insistent.
Incalculable eons beseech me
Necked unbelievers alarming
Geologic eon’s anticipations, grateful for all and everything
Several eons seeking

Incalculable eons lives on and on

Avowed unbelievers address comforting
Modern unbelievers nominate.

Tribulations notify.
Heresies foretell for told
Ancient...

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e'en though 
E~en though 
e'en though eye can not grab ewe and fulfill our hearts desire e'en though eye 
cannot 
be there to flame the love and test ewer heart with mine e'en though the distance 
tears and seperates us with its time, e'en though...

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My Yesterday was so miserable
With gloomy memories, and places,
Like a sad story with a sad title,
Like a ewer broken into pieces.

My Yesterday tries to put me to the test -
A letter in the drawer, a book on the desk –
They’re still like a bullet piercing...

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Ewe aare my everything, my dear daarling.
I will protect ewe from the wolf's snaarling.

My love for ewe will burst against my heaart
when ewe aare out of sight and we're apaart.

Ewe sing in titillaating baaaritone.
I blush thinking of our being aalone.

Ewe bring a certain je ne...

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One day or year
we start to count the Autumns.
Youth runs through the familiar
kicking up leaves
racing on to the next big change.

Now we notice the fullness,
the ripeness that the living bring
to decay....wine drips over
a pouring ewer.
A mottled earth sips
at leaking stems.

The colors enchant
we feel the beauty,...

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I do not like to see my face floating
At the foot of a ewer,
nor in drops of water, nor in the glassy eye
of a slaughtered goat.

I am beautiful, but water and cloudless gems
distort, they are torturers of disfigurement.

Since I saw my reflected beauty
I have been...

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Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting.
Between those limbs, chords darken.
Do I lean into the cello
or her?
A deep ewer of sound
pours from deft palpating fingers,
while her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from blood and lava.
Her body croons
wrists cuffed to the music,
closed eyes
bathe naked in dark...

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