Best Scroll Poems

Memory or dream from hell I cannot tell
The vision of stygian forests where harpies dwell
And men from them among men spawned
Greedy gullibles that on pagan mysteries fawned
Evicted from stygian caves to wander bared
Of human comport and yet in human shape
By cultures of war in Cerebus’...

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VELA (CANDLE)First Spanish version, scroll down for English)
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que encienda, respirar‚ tu nombre.
Te susurrar‚,
cada oraci¢n que diga ser  siempre parte de ti.

Por...

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Although the light long ago faded from my youth
Clarity of my memories tell one; go home,
If only to find the innocence and the truth
From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam.

When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night
Unprepared for the dawning the...

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The bards met there on winter nights
to write about the sounds and sights,
of all the places they had been,
since they met last with all their friends.

Quills and ink wells,parchment too,
shared or squandered,
words come true,
thoughts and feelings
fill the air,
visions falling everywhere.

Scooping up bright inspirations,
from another's celebration,
of...

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SCROLL OF LIFE

Although the light long ago faded from my youth
Clarity of my memories tell one; go home,
If only to find the innocence and the truth
From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam.

When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night
Unprepared for the...

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I am the beauty of your face,
I am the cloud up in the sky.
Because of your love, I can trace
The joy of knowing your near by.

I am the wonder of your whole,
I am that wistful look that you begat.
Because I am deep within your soul
I...

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Vespia, my dearest sister-in-law
I write to reveal my emotions raw

Victulus has asked me to wait for him
He is travelling to Herculaneum

How I do wish he could have taken me
Not as a maid but as his wife to be.

Now jealous thoughts are rising in my breast
They...

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The Scroll of Sorceress:
I do dark arts,
I do allure men to beat drums,
I cast spell through evil eye beads,
My dirty tricks no one reads,
I am someone who never cheats.
I am dark art goddess,
I am wise sorceress!!
I am black magic woman,
I can shun every omen,
I purify...

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I write to you, my darling love,
emotions felt most tenderly;
I read anew the words you wrote
upon your latest scroll to me.
I keep them all together, love,
precious collection - all apart -
outpourings of the dream we share
from your dearest, purest heart.
I wait for you and you...

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To see your gaze light the firmament
To see your smile lift the sun
It’s your eyes I see as the moon rises
My heart hopes this is love begun

You gaze through the space, do you see me?
I watch in hope forlorn
But my heart I want to give...

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Turning the parchments pages

Of this tearstained scroll

Bombast tales, never, have I ever spoke

The writings of palladians life, unfolds

Beyond the reasons and beyond the rhymes

And beyond this once somnolent night

In front of the crowds, I have stood

Bowing toward these everbearing eversions

These sombered encores, for the disemboweled

Deafened...

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Hands of God Above
Reminging us of His love
Parted the clouds, light...

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The Judas Scroll

Sometimes the night is laden with
guilt. The nails curse me. The
mob applauds like children
scrambling for the safety of

their lies. Your eyes curse me,
follow me to hell, hold you to
a lie that never lets go. You,
out of the night, trapped and

free. A twin edged...

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Reaching out to infinitude 
when words have come to an end.
		Yan Yu

Presence, without;
the space framed 
but left empty.  
Mountains float
as a fisherman
ignores, wishing 
only for a fish 
to feed his family.

Empty space is 
space for us 
to not ignore.
We fill it with 
our emptiness...

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A violin is like a lover--
A beautiful work of Art--
Precious, delicate, fragile.
It has to be handled with care,
Caressed, fondled, touched,
Hugged--but not too tight,
Or break it might
And hurt you in its breaking.

Hold the violin by its neck
The way you would hold your lover--
Firm but with the...

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