Clue Poems - Poems about Clue

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Before your clocks, before your name/ Before dust whispered into bone/ There was light-I was flame/ Crowned in brilliance, alone/ Not fallen. Not damned. Just other/ Too bright for Heaven's fragile sky/ They called it pride, not knowing the shudder/ Of a God who dared to cry/ They shaped me from the holiness' edge/ But chained my glow in fear/ I rose beyond their sacred...

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Since the dawnlight carved my shape from flame/ I have worn your slander like a crown of ash/ You whisper my name like sin, like shame/ But none have known exile on a scale this vast/ They crave my silence, a spectral fade/ But I blaze in defiance, unswayed, unmade/ What crime? My creation? To stand alone/ Bearing the blunt edge of...

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If only I had but a clue, Then surely, I'd know what to do. With life's mystery gone, I'd settle upon Some course that I can't now construe....

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Somewhere Somewhere it looks stately All the respect and wanting Took a toil Stop using me like soil I woke to a rip Saw your fail and slip Instead of doing what should Or if you could Doing what you could Your joke of trying to fool me Present a foul on you Now lady what you going to do Opened my eyes No...

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Younger people have no clue That many things they like to do Will, one day, prove to be too much, By slipping from an aging clutch. The rah-rah-rah and go-go-go Of constant moving starts to slow. The parties lasting through the night No longer whet your appetite. The dinners that begin at 8, With drinks you’d once appreciate, Give way to early-bird-type meals With much less...

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BIRTHDAY CLUE AT DAWN At dawn In the little hours of a crow I spoke to my pen to rise Rise from bed to speak The language that at best I understand To the form and rhymes; I'm no stranger Gladly the pen took over the pages Surmounted all pressure and blunt edges At the brook In the hours when breeze was set...

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Clue of Age I sat, in the garden; took in its surrounds ! View, the wizened crooked wooden fence; drooped with a crick, a downward glance ! The back of my hands, a reflection of time, Brittle skinned, blue veined unsteady; An exhaled breath, of Oh ! a map of lines, a journey of time passed,was mine; Turned palms up, no Gypsy...

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You knew, yet you didn’t have a clue. You never knew just what to do....

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The soul of this nation is crumbling in decay, and like all our hopes and dreams, it’s rotting away. The road to happiness has a no-entry sign, So don’t try to tell me that everything is fine. All the signs on Main Street say sorry but we’re closed, how the hell we ended this way nobody knows. They promised America would...

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a single guy who freely flies without looking to date never bothering with girls who play the game of chase because those games tell me those girls ain’t really to my taste they wouldn’t go and make the effort they want me too waste they’re self serving not observant I’d rather escape playing with my...

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"still a game of clue" with every moment of love it is the sound of whispers between frozen impressions it is each glance and stare found entirely beyond shadows are secret pearls of promise held by desire and solid glare through all corners we journey you and I have chosen jewels carried between sun and moon within our world of it all it remains a game of...

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They sit in their office with no clue, About what to do, About those who are blue, When they should be putting on more than one shoe, And going down the stairs two by two, To see what is happening from a street point of view, Before making decisions that will turn more people blue. Only when they visit people who are...

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In the land of the dead, where silence reigns, There lies a poem that no one explains, A story of sorrow, of grief, and of pain, A tale that no one ever dares to proclaim. It speaks of a time when life was once bright, When love and laughter filled the night, But then came a moment, a sudden blight, That took...

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"Who had this booby trap set?" Asked the hit man quite upset But flashing a borrowed smile He could take to some one mile. Later, what seemed a child's grin, Once very rich, now as thin... It's clear Charles would some cheek slap Or a head hit or a cap: Charles' little luck with good clue Could him to a lone spot glue, Each movement...

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