Cathedral Poems - Poems about Cathedral

Searching the smoking ruins of Notre-Dame cathedral, on the Paris Île de la Cité, one of the finest examples medieval of French Gothic architecture, with flying buttresses, a rib vault, immense bells, enormous colourful rose windows all of which went through hell during the fearful fire of 2019, and it was seen he'd been through the wringer when looking for Quasimodo they found a dead ringer ...

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What am I if not an abandoned house, a cathedral of forgotten and old dreams, Watching others glow with life, like stars caught in crystal jars, Painted in joy, while I unravel in the silence of dusty time, The floors creak under the steps of memories, shadows dancing on the carpet of nostalgia. They say I am empty, but...

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I. Of Circuits and Litanies Somewhere between the limbic lobe and the ache of late-night Eucharist, you touched me— not in flesh but in the soft mutiny of neurons. They do not teach us that synapses pray in the tongue of longing, that oxytocin sings psalms in dim-lit corridors of the amygdala. Love is not a metaphor. It is a switch, a slow-burning heresy of selfhood dissolved in the damp...

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Westminster Abbey if only it could speak ah... the stories posted on March 8, 2025...

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Dawn in the cathedral, Hearts at Zion's Gate, They converge to inquire, To seek the light. Darkness has trailed them, The strange lurks around, Nightfall harbingers the eerie, They are unseen invaders. Mystery blankets the land, Murky waters run through, Shadows walk at midnight, These the sages foretold. Before the morning light, They gather to pray, To seek the Divine, In the pristine cathedral. January 29, 2025. ...

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Colors once blossomed radiantly Filling the canvas with life and hope Brightening even the darkest room With love and prosperity The ceiling once stood tall and proud Even in the face of the worst storms The walls were a profound comfort In the deepest of desolation People once congregated here Filling the room with laughter As smiles peppered every face It was but a sense of...

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Now watch as I push the envelope, give you a taste of what's possible; The meek cannot inherit the stars, space will lose every ounce of luster; You will not see with a microscope, the Universal Truth that’s plausible; Lost within dive bars and basic cars, no way you could go any faster; Painted like a cathedral with scars,...

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In the cathedral of time, where seconds drip like holy myrrh on the altar of eternity, We stand, creatures of light draped in mantles of shadow and doubt, With golden hands weaving the veil of reality, yet eyes covered by scales of ignorance, While the Great Weaver watches silently from behind the cosmic curtain. Our ship of destiny sails...

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In the cathedral of night, a new phantasm rises from the incense smoke of burnt rules, Altars of therapy crumble under the weight of our unspoken prayers, Our steps, like lost pilgrims, are swallowed by streets paved with tears of stars, Where locusts of prophecy weave their sonorous mantle in the temple of our weary ears. Silence suffocates us,...

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In the cathedral of my thoughts, words rise like incense smoke towards the vaults of the unknown, And I, a pilgrim through the labyrinth of my own consciousness, seek to catch moonbeams in a net, to weave from them the mantle of the ineffable. Ancestral voices resound from the depths, speaking of art that conquers time and...

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i ordered at the bar in archbishop's rig two pork sausages baked beans strawberry bear fruit snack orange juice meat free burger r white's raspberry lemonade bangers and mash pepsi corn wheels hotdog peppercorn sauce one wobbly sausage sandwich on returning to my table i overheard the barman 'a fool he was, a fool he'll always be'. ...

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Under the cathedral of infinity, stretched above lost dreams, I do nothing with my life but romanticize and decay in indecision, I weave dreams from the ethereal threads of the moon and drape them with the charm of shadows, Wandering through the corridors of the mind, falling into the abysses of uncertainty. In the mysterious night, where the stars...

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My shadowed heart a silent cathedral Only abandoned asylum have ground Oh twilight lady fingers made of ravens Carrying all the forgotten memories, unspoken dreams Haunted church bell rings, the darkest emotion in me Sitting on fallen leaves under craziest grave for the death My feet on the suicide forest, birds die for nonstop mourning Thick air with the oxygen of ancient...

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In the cathedral of silence, beneath the vaults of stars and shadows, A man opens his soul like an ancient parchment in the hands of a divine scribe. His words are forgotten runes, whispers of a world lost through time, And she, the enigmatic listener, becomes the priestess of understanding, the sanctuary of his hidden self. To every word...

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In the cathedral of eternity, where time itself kneels in reverence, Where stars are candles burning on the divine altar on high, There Jesus, Savior and Sun-giver, makes His presence felt, In the hearts of Christians - a living temple, an ark of salvation. Their ocean of faith, a mirror without shores, unforeseen, Upon its waves, only the Ark of...

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