Clang Poems - Poems about Clang

... I can almost hear the haunting monastic chants and solemn songs, lost between the rippling currents of the Hudson River. The Cloisters stand, silent upon a nearby hill stone walls and an......

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... Silence stretched as the elevator stalled between floors. I heard the cables clang and groan; the gears grind and moan. Then the penny dropped — Switches flipped, engines roared. Lights wok......

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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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... I turned to look back, feeling anxious as I stood "by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find." Was there someone there watching me? The gate creaked shut, echoing the taint of guilt That ......

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...Santa Claus, we’ve been out of touch and I don’t ask for very much but I have needs, and I’m in Dutch I want to see the light of day oh, and can you give me a sleigh and a way to forget yest......

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... 'I think, therefore I am!' I write to bang and clang, to play with words, cast spells. Wrangle and entangle readers, with thoughts dredged from memories, resonating, reverberating within sel......

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... Attorney Sara, There are nights when the hush of the world is so deep I can hear the stars murmur to one another, and I think of you. You are all I have—not in some desperate cry, but in a sac......

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... "Her Mind is a Carnival of Picasso Harlequins" Walking through the poetic frames of featureless ghosts her fingers play like harps their ectoplasmic cages strange symbo......

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...I think, there are ghosts. They stay quiet, the ghosts do. Mostly quiet and invisible. You would hardly know there is one there in the room with you. They are there though. Watching, haunting really......

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...Oh, not again, the voices sigh, The star-spangled banner hangs heavy in the sky. The 47th dawns, his name the same, Is this a new chapter, or a replay of blame? What will he do? The whispers co......

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...Nights of flying dream world, who might chase a raucous laugh, or seek indeed mirthful excitement, the sort that has embroidered twists, as is generally perceived by intention, but epic hurdle......

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...In the soft glow of December’s muted light, you gather around the table, memories swirling, not as bright as they once shimmered in your youth, but still, they echo—a chorus of laughter fading. Y......

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... Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient temple Perched across a bay, weeds and hyacinths curl between my feet, Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds As rustling breeze ascends on skyl......

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...I’m Onomato-pea-a The window is my home. I love the sounds of cooking At day, at dusk, and dawn. Mom clomps into the room And clicks on every light The curtain whooshes open, I wake up, “No ......

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...For now, his feet stumbled, Clang! The gun fell out of his hands, He sat with a thud beside the brick wall, Waiting for the imminent relief, As he looked to the stars, The pain see......

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