Buttresses Poems - Poems about Buttresses

... I love how wè live faraway From the noise and voices Echoing like dominoes falling fast and faster into the abyss Of destruction. I love how we live safely, We think, as long as the world ......

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...Standing for freedom’s supremacy Legitimately granted to be enjoyed I am the "Freedom Pub*" Tenaciously upholding what I believe is lawful Anchored by the Constitution Which strongly bu......

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...heaven ... is my prison ... that dreamy, white tangle of percale where your limbs and mine weave sweaty magic - a moon-daubed canvas of pyretic passion, public ... no shut-door, drawn......

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...A couple of ruins leave the cathedrals nave and portico; it is always molting season, mice and beetles help they nibble and gnaw, wind-laborer’s, labor, their whiplash backs bent, to lever sla......

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...Often, I have to challenge the words, after they’re written Often, I struggle to understand, what the Muse is trying to say Often, I have to cede the ground, that buttresses my thinking ......

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...Deep in the woods, nearly three miles back, far from New York with its tall glass and steel, on a low ridge that has no proper name, I stumble on something that feels surreal. An old-growth for......

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...A Propitiation of Blue Tears On this highway to where the skies bleed blue tears into vases; on ornate buttresses they sit and saturate us, they cry and douse us, they contract, expand, relea......

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...A Propitiation of Blue Tears On this highway to where the skies bleed blue tears into vases; on ornate buttresses they sit and saturate us, they cry and douse us, they contract, expand, relea......

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...Unbelievable- Paris stopped breathing and even the world, the cathedral spire shuddered, clung, trembling; then, plunged burning and the crowd and the world itself, wept, for the beautiful Notre D......

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...Beside a babbling brook I browse By a bridge braving bleak winters breeze Beaver is busily burrowing beneath Before bitter blizzards batter beaver’s bunker Beaver beavering as he barricades the ......

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...Synthetic satisfaction derived in the shade On the edge of the page that defies the sage stage Where wear and tear declare war to degrade the head That buttresses my resistance and persistence to ......

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...The grand, half-ruined Parthenon, once a sublime, Doric grace, Even now, in broken, stone blocks, always takes my breath away. The rich, classical detail, fluted columns without plinths, to ima......

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...I reposted this poem because I just ca't get those young boys out of my mind. What have we lost? What would the world have become had they lived? Why have we not learned anything? Please read wit......

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...an’t find home trees trunked as pillars a cathedral gallery edges my road through french farmland waking in mists of spring brown arched buttresses push green into the face of god a somber ......

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...Perhaps I am the privileged one Perhaps the one who disqualified your vice is one like myself For after all, if equality is truly to be achieved We are to see the weaknesses and the strengths In......

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