Cadent Poems - Poems about Cadent

... feels so close I could walk up and with my finger touch the moon seems like nothing else exists and i’m alone swaddled in a tranquility that’s magnificent and surreal i can feel it pulsa......

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... Withered meadows of yesteryears ache, recalling memories forlorn, As discords of then mourn, assailing vibes of now, emotions torn; Yet I believe, love would have still vouched~ together we belon......

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...Chorus of ecstatic themes, lyrical refrain of dreams, life is a song, Of valued relationships, earnest friendships, that long to belong, Of courtships, love, and passion; igniting romantic flame of......

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...As to poems with cadent feet, in tapping to an old-style pace, the pulsing verses gladly meet, and forward line by line advance, with elegance and charming grace, through steps of iamb......

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...The cadent curls recede upon the shore, with fizzle sounds like brushes on a drum, their once brave tune declined forevermore, beneath the growing shades of a beach plum. The shadow fingers str......

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...I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree— A belle crooning nature’s glee, Splendorous as seasons’ glory. A ballad of resplendent spring In stanzas cherry-blossom pink Uplifting ......

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...If I have the time, I’ll wait eons, to greet you in scarlet dawn As you marvel its vermillion garb embossing marigold arc Emanating golden sparks, piercing hazy contours of dark While gilded rippl......

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...The Carousel As I watch my carousel standing still my only dwell In the vortex of its spell convoluted in my only yell My mind falls in its wake cadent circles that forsake I slive......

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...Along with cadent rhythms of the day, night crawlers hum like bees around a hive. Black shadows stretching longer, curve and blend, to splinter into shards below the bend Earth swivels axis......

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...The breaking, the shaking;apace my king's fall is rise my land is anon taken. The antic, the discholeric;as albion her age......

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