Citadel Poems - Poems about Citadel

Citadel of hope I rest in thee From these lonesome troubles A flame burns in my heart A small flame it is But it keeps me warm in this cold world It keeps me company on dreary and weary days It tells me all is gonna be alright I trust in you flame in my heart But I fear deep down, the...

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In the bounded citadel of slumbering souls, Where the search is mute and the waiting - an unwritten world, Wrestling roots of unplanned love twist and coil, Bursting wild in the field where reason holds no visa. While thought slumbers under a vault of silver, unasking, Restless hearts, unsummoned, play in the meadow of time, Men and women, without haste, never...

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A citadel of secrets on a dry and dusty plain As I journey on always protecting the flame What do I talk about to fan the dying ember Of times when I was happy and want to always remember Time is such a fleeting thing So the poets want to bring But what does it say to you When you think...

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I will not run from fear. Its torment I must shun, when it threatens with distress and intimidation. No song of despair will I sing when day is done, nor will I cower, cringing with grim trepidation. Though calamity assails me, I will not be alarmed. Courage and faith will justly serve as my citadel until the menacing enemies have...

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The forces of self destruction wax in their strength. Virus of creation that goes to every length to snuff out the dancing lights coloring our soul, making soft oblivion preferred to control. From what wellspring comes this sour, blackened madness? Foulest demon shrouded - sowing seeds of sadness? Perhaps it is intrinsic to created things; the sight of our limits may falter...

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Crowed to the morning exercise Faces, bringing life to the citadel. Whilst some witness the morning rise, Its quick birth some would repel. Serenity, traded for daylight rhythm Freedom, chirping songs from solitude. Skirts and trousers quaking the earth beneath them Sharing glances and attitudes too. Some, to the knowledge cubicle A race for seats at its feet Some, planning a tyrant's coup, Grace to the...

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The noblemen control the pen, indeed they own the farm, but nonetheless exude finesse (and need I mention charm?) with revenue to sate the few, exulting arm in arm; for all the rest, they wish the best and certainly mean no harm. The fourth estate stands proud and straight, emplaced upon a peak, beside a birch where parrots perch and...

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In the citadel the plans were made The dynasty set was not to fade; Plans to enforce the ruling hand And gods were set across the land. Then came a warning loud and clear It rang across for all to hear; “Approaching enemy, the army of Light A call to arms, prepare to fight.” “Bring out the prisoners who live for our cause Arm...

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“There,” said he, “Observe the rat — It makes its nest within the shell of this, the ancient Citadel. “Note that many greater souls who once did walk these gath’ring grounds have died, and are again born, and that very rat now hears their sounds!” I asked “What sounds?” He cackled, “These: On the rat, a thousand fleas.” (Dedicated to Edgar A. Poe)...

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When the Citadel doorway opened its jaws in October 1898 And its grand three stories loomed above the urban prairie landscape Eighty men shoulder to shoulder at the longest bar in town Guzzled beer and spirits, while the gas lamps shone around Pissing in the porcelain trough installed beneath their feet Which glowed ethereal as yellow...

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she build the walls much higher than before for she remembered well the sting of pain her citadel of heart could not take more the weakened roof let in the acid rain she fortified the structure with her fears a mortar of regret on every wall the open spaces filled with hardened tears this edifice of strength would never fall the work complete,...

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CITADEL AND CONSTELLATIONS The green leaves in rugged moans; The tall bushes in rumbling groans; The roofs train creaks-- their fugue blow cobwebs hugging branches below, such are precursors inviting darkness lair for stormy clouds before crowd the days. Yellow horizon seem unreachable honey as in my life's ocean, balloon billows ...

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Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel Which mortal mammal’s primal address the rapists desecrate Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel Seeds of life ever come tumbling from out the sacred temple There to greet in meiosis and in secret reverence...

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I am just a beating heart red from the start and damned with a dream a spiking scream upon the Hope and Hell seam, the world passes through me, revealing suffering and the heavenly, I make a scene, as I put together my pump, thump and bump melody a feather on fire for the fortune of creativity, for you, my...

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So what's the running hubbub--hot-toot's Shangri-la? Our fear of death's gone wacko. It’s crowding up the bar. Let's drink to obfuscation. Annihilation’s hip. Roll out the tequila sunrise. Go down with the black-sail ship. But could it be, O, could it be that we had just forgot, or we'd missed that day of Bio in high school's tommyrot? At work and seeming happy, our cells...

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