Columned Poems - Poems about Columned

...there twasn't lights breaking embarrassment no, there is illusions of daybreak i sieve knowing seas, lasting songs columned bridges dangling low on lustless ships deserting grips guilty specta......

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... He is on his riding mower. He looks like me, only he owns a rich man's house, a garden measured in acres - his skin is better. No picket fences: this is upscale America. Long drives and o......

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...My Dream Vacation To return once more to Italy where the forgotten places still remain in harmony, echoing, antiquities graces. A priv......

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...The old, columned front porch is sagging Sad shutters hang on the bias abandoned, Broken panes neglected as weather crept in Still their silent voices call out with warmest hospitalit......

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...He is on his riding mower. He looks like me, only he owns a rich man's house, a garden measured in acres - his skin is better. No picket fences; this is upscale America. Long drives and old sto......

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...Laid solid with words the writers stone A fortress was columned my only real home The poetry was safe there it stammered and tried As my feelings unbridled from the outsiders lies ......

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...Drenched of hell’s insanities Sending chills this tortured spine, as aches precede the worded fiction Sorted truth does rest sublime beneath the light of benediction Broken drea......

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...Laid with words the writers stone A fortress was columned my only real home The poetry safe as it stammered and tried As my feelings unbridled from the outsiders lies Each year a......

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...In a peculiar puny town nestled in western Massachusetts, There lives an enchanted mansion in the Wilbraham woods, Hidden in the hills away from the eastern city's pollutants, Where the creme de l......

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...Inch past spiteful inch I crawl my way out of this hole. Whilst this screech columned cylinder connected to my soul sustains a silent scream, residing incandescent in my chest. And fledgling vei......

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..."When I consider Southern Poetry, the soft breeze of grace and majesty of the Old South comes back, like a long ago paradise of flowers, cotton fields, hanging trees and song birds, a sweat savor. Ch......

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...Silver, cool, harsh rock-smooth as rolled steel on the horizon defies the cold blue-violet sky of Mars as the pinpoint dots of distant white suns circle in wonder of the scene. Green mist hanging ......

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...Rounding Out Reality Rounding out reality Dreams fall down on columned nights Walls fade in golden mist Swirl into the clarity of day A kiss is tangible in the distance Flavored vapors and wa......

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...Congregated on a bone-white columned hill, Wielding Thor’s great hammer, raging on at will, Raining Odin’s thunder upon resounding blocks, Indulging gilded beggars of fortune’s ticking clocks, Deploy......

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...The Whittlers The stately county courthouse was their usual meeting place, a columned Greek Revival, and a lovely public space. They sat upon their benches under lofty pecan trees, wood shaving......

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