Chalices Poems - Poems about Chalices

...(A Poetic Prophecy) He walked not with crowds, but with silence. A hush clung to his steps like a prayer. The wine of the world he did not drink— He stored his storms in chalices of fire. Th......

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...It was one solemn, long night, Tenebrous with the astuteness of perfidy, And multiple hours before the break of an Impatient dawn. Lampposts froze through the pergola of winter. Limp from exposu......

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...Give me one last night of silence in the cosmic temple of ancient memory, Where shadows dance with light in circles of fire and hidden divine grace, To touch with trembling fingers the stars from t......

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...I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Li......

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...Here rests the realm of the thorn-tongued truth ~ a mortal mirage of doomed pentacles, where forks and kettles speak the language of witchery, the dialects of the diabolical, listening as ......

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...“since thoughts speak in past tenses, drop mind, rely on senses, embracing and releasing, pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” ~ Unseeking Seeker The sun w a n e s ......

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...L i f e I sense your perplexed pulse within pirouetting pearls, steeped in sinister streaks, while fading sparks of dulcet stars swing from threads of darkness on the verge of vertigo, living......

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...I s t r e t c h my arms, caressing collapsed dreams, l o s t within the debris of darkness, rising from the volcanic vortex, drifting with scorching fragments resembling a love turned ......

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...but to seize the gold of your splintered sun, must I m o v e dreams across tables of trickery placed with forks of forgery and chalices of deceit c r a ......

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...I dream in the golden glow of a sakura orchid nestled between blooming browns~ as saffron streaks of sunsets spill syllables of l o v e and trust, scented with sugared crystals, emittin......

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...Good Christmases never come with chipped teacups. Good Christmases don't kick, bite, ......

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...I am a poet I sprinkle hearts With verses, flowers Rhymes and kisses In front of this mute Beauty Which moves away And that I ogle Oh! Woman Madam God has opened up the Heaven To meet and ......

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...WHEN RELIGION BECOMES YOUR OPIUM When religion becomes your opium you slip into icy pre-dawn to mosque then lie in fever flu at dusk as bilal calls again for you to stumble towards bec......

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... I guess I’ll cry~ a million origami stars, watch them form an endless sea of unwritten poems, of how, once upon a sunrise, you broke my igloo heart, left me bleeding rustic......

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... susurrus songs surround dragonfly dances flowering fields with passionate petal prances glowing with sanguine opulence as we glimpse glances we capture them in conversation composing ......

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