Broods Poems - Poems about Broods

...the orphaned child gazed at the moon consoled not by love from afar he sat alone, holding a spoon stark solitude was his soul’s scar the lamp in the sky has its moods the orphaned child gazed ......

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... It serves me well to remember my early years when home was a plot of land, my family's farm. Toes in the mud, hands planting in the dirt. Humble beginnings taught me not to want more than I tho......

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...It's the 20th March again, The clouds can't hold crystals to rain. The old well that dwells in woods, Peacefully humming all broods. Turning up the level of fears, Filling itself again with......

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...Wiping own tears who made me smile were you, Who never let my sorrows pile were you. In a house haunting where I lived alone, Who even made loneliness smile were you. Few bother broods like......

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... The month of March has many moods; its days are varied as she broods which day is warm, which one is cold. Tween Winter-Spring, she can be bold. Some days she brings snow f......

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...Hermann Hesse English Translations Secretly We Thirst… by Hermann Hesse from The Glass Bead Game translation by Michael R. Burch Charismatic, spiritual, with the gracefulness of arabesques, ......

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...Was, nor will be, Life, a window is of being, Perhaps, One is never sure. A window, When looked out, the world unfolds, Perhaps, World’s what you make of it. I look and see a Kadamb tree, ......

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...In the Twilight of Her Tears by Michael R. Burch, age 19 In the twilight of her tears I saw the shadows of the years that had taken with them all our joys and cares ... There in an ebbing ti......

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...“To the Moon” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Scattered, pole to starry pole, glide Cynthia's mild beams, whispering to the receptive soul whateve......

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...Am I the laughter that fills the room, lifting spirits high and chasing away all gloom? The sound of joy echoing through the air, contagious and infectious, bringing smiles everywhere. I speak, and t......

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...Woody the pigeon Lives in the tree Can you imagine Such a glee A lifetime partner To share his days With eggs to father That his girl layed Woody the pigeon Shared his tree With beauti......

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...He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever. Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple? The elderly needed care. He knew this as a healer. Wasn't their psyche more than their physique......

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... Evocative lines bring tears to the eyes. Plethora of metaphors makes men think. Emollient words soothe someone in his cries. Furtive reading lets not mind quit and blink. As the brain broods ......

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...Go sing if ye enjoy, No use your soul to destroy. River flows as suits her moods, Sea leaps with waves, never broods, None of them ever feels coy, Go sing if ye enjoy… Trees sway on wings ......

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...I was quite the cunning magician, famed for my illusions and sleight of hand, Like cool tricks that jade green nature plays, that often we don't understand. Days were filled with wonder and encha......

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