Chambers Poems - Poems about Chambers

In chambers of the mind, we store each day, Each lesson wrapped in wonder, fear, or joy. What matters most will never fade away. The smell of chalk, the light at morning's ray, First bicycle, first book, beloved toy In chambers of the mind, we store each day. Not facts alone, but how they came to stay: The teacher's smile, the moment...

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I embarked on a journey, In search of something that was not written, If it was written, perhaps only in part, With missing pages, if it ever existed. I traversed meadows, Sojourned across turbulent seas, Tunneled through the night, And walked through the heart of the deep. I was relentless in...

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("Outside Looking In Merit Badge" - MB #40, 2011, original oil) Echo Chambers 'Everybody’s talkin’ at me I don’t hear a word they’re saying Only the echos of my mind….' And so it is, and so it goes. Everyone in their own worlds Safe and secure within the confines Of confirmation biases Building castles made of sand. Meanwhile the tide swells, Waves come as they always...

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In the chambers of dreaming, where the night drapes itself with crow feathers, A harbinger of the end weeps silently over the meadow towards eternal rest; Waltz, waltz in the canvas of darkness that seeks its nest. Though the philosophers of the golden age embrace the darkened knowledge, Because their echoes have not pierced the abyss with azure lightnings,...

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Through the chambers of silence where lost time stirs, In the room where once hopes blossomed in a flight towards the horizon, Now stretches a wasteland that whispers from shadows and profound horrors, All for your diaphanous light, for your silver rays that shatter. In the altar of distant youth, where my dreams walked unceasingly, I've searched throughout for hidden...

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Spacious rooms of 10 Different emotions at 11 Working heads near 12 Fixing files close 1 Tea but lunch break at 2 Anxious clients of 3 Round the desk at 4 Dot the i's at 5 Lock each door at 6 Take thy leave at 7 Talk of the stressful 8 While the time strikes 9 Bid the day o'er 10 The journey through the Chambers Now we rest...

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how did i even get here through what maze or what enchantment now caught in quicksand surely to be swallowed whole sinking to a certain death yet still... the words simply will not rise though they may be my only salvation my heart in my throat up against its door heavily bolted no sound comes no cry for help as if suspended in virtual animation slowly sinking down down to my death must i drown in this dreadful sea...

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The insidious reign of your apparitions, your coitus with the attic serpents was sufficient to strip all pigment from my skin. Was it they who walked you blindfolded through the upper chambers of our modest Eros quarters? Didn’t you walk them? My self-reckoning, old Freudian suppers were wet cookies beneath your heels. And we lived here! Their split tongues crowded my speech. Our energies were split hairs, gnarled To...

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Non exchangeable biodegradable Given time may be changeable However Forever Insatiable Thrashing out the tempo of life Misses a beat when presented with strife Within Private chambers initials inscribed Etched with a promise None but one can revive...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMZ7PqyTgzA please watch the video. A comment would be much appreciated, Thankyou . CLOSE YOUR EYES AND OPEN UP THE CHAMBERS OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL HEART. THEY ARE THE PRIVATE ROOMS IN WHICH ALL YOUR MEMORIES, DREAMS, AND HOPES ARE STORED. CAREFULLY ENTER EACH ONE WITH KINDNESS AND PATIENCE. (B) ENTER THE FIRST CHAMBER AND YOU WILL...

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Stray ghouls are just zombie shrunken heads being voodoo capitalist misled Ricochet fishing for the ocean blue, deep pocket dollars: The green algae money buried at the ethical wavy, graveyard bottom Hollow days come every pointless, peon payday, as creditors delight in debt shopping their widow maker wares The pillaging, high priestess of bloodsport pleasure lay many burglar, prey desires bosom bare Inorganic...

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This sweet enclosure holds me tight as key its called my heart, a chamber locked for thee the love you gave I now do crave you once lived here, but now you're free ...

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Does not the essence of soul...echo in his chambers?...

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People greet people praise But there are some voice that never raise We only realize the one that sounds And often miss out the silent around Those who speak out what they feel Always have their hearts well healed But those who always do conceal - Will wait for a chance that god must yield To express what they have inside Which they...

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People greet people praise But there are some voice that never raise We only realize the one that sounds And often miss out the silent around Those who speak out what they feel Always have their hearts well healed But those who always do conceal - Will wait for a chance that god must yield To express what they have inside Which they...

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