Best Swage Poems

The wasted knowledge that comes with age,
Has become yet just pitted rage.
Each of us just turns a page.
Only play on a stage.
Left inside a cage,
Driving like phage.
Against swage,
Gauges,
Sage...

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How do I acquire a place where I can forgive?
How can I stop blaming myself for my mistakes? 
I can't recall the version of "Intrinsic", but it's conflictive,
None can quash them If you can't forgive rattlesnakes.

It's difficult to forgive wrongdoers who won't swage,
It's cruel to...

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Shapes, colors, and surfaces have long nature shone. 
Anthocyanin in plant sap gives blossoms their tone. 

All tones in the universe bear upon humankind. 
Waves and waterfalls etched them and mixed their shade. 

Convey the can as you scale the stage. 
Time-frozen iconographies suggest a...

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Grace can't grind away the wrinkled gnarls time obeyed,
Nor hide the snarls, ploughed as furrows in the brow.
It carves the knurls for grip that age has disobeyed,
To a shape what decrepit, flailing lovers can still avow.

Grace respects the knurled design that time has hewn,
That's not...

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after "Do not go gentle into that good night", by Dylan Thomas

Age can not scour away the furrowed gnarls time obeyed,
Nor mask the snarls, gouged as trenches on brows.
Grace knurls the grip that time has long betrayed,
To swage wrath and fury to a form that...

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