Cloisters Poems - Poems about Cloisters

...I would make a museum of my mind Fill these musty halls with all my people Every girl who has walked my corridors To write her piece and paste it on the walls. Every plaque together, a mosaic......

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...Shoreditch clung to its ruin Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields, The shepherds rambling onwards, The herders with their slow-moving cat......

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...The Cloisters is a special place, Medieval and austere, Assembled from five monasteries Brought from France to here.* Within its walls are gardens, All meticulous and neat And to celebrate th......

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... "Lake Tear in the Clouds" was an indescribably pretty scene Lewis Pugh hiked in the rain; clouds lifted, he felt serene. He dove in, swam through hemlock, maple, ash and birch An adventure start......

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...Doubting Thomas luxuriates under Dylanesque milkweed made fibrous threads...constituting heavy blanket (crocheted by the missus) on a cool Autumn like morning... to stave off experiencing get......

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...  Written: January 07, 2024 _________________________________________ eyes are soul gates      even in disguise      they do not lie visual cues that transcend verba......

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...Today I saw some ancient books, Five hundred plus years old, With illustrations brightly hued And accented in gold. Calligraphied in perfect print, They really blew my mind, Surviving all the......

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..."Mythical creatures arise in a labyrinth flight round a cloisters, a crown of flowers and berries they wear in fairyland." Quote by Poet Stars shiver in the laden cold with the moo......

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...A Florida man who died eating oysters Would have been better served by those from the cloisters. It seems that these shuckers were tainted with drugs, And also with infamous warm-water bugs. If y......

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...“The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul” I remember the valley rolled with thunder A section of tenors echoed from above The sky was shredded, by forke......

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...Infinite pitch black void zoomed, I vacillated then pitched headlong (head and knobby knees, over heels) where skeletons in shuttered closets roomed, and antithesis of freedom loomed large (thin......

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...The Cathedral It rose from where the elders once had stood And slowly grew to what we see today, Its towers, reaching upwards, stand alone To show the way our destiny might lay. Great clo......

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...Love comes in all shapes and sizes – Thank God! Myself having evolved in some rather, undesirable directions... But what is the same anymore? Environmentalists say, not the sky! Not the sea......

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...She is a beauty with her vaulted ceilings and cloisters. Has been parading about for over a thousand years Showing off her English gothic architecture. Cathedral Church of St. Peter and the Holy......

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...Infinite pitch black void zooms, I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels) where freedom looms large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss ......

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