Consolations Poems - Poems about Consolations

...I'm still alive cos living’s my bad habit And like a bird is used to feel the saving sky I’m used to live on autopilot so won’t rub it With multiplying the essential reasons why But disappointme......

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...My mind’s the only shelter where I hide When troubles overcome and fear spreads My mind’s a room where I can sit inside Imagining I’m safe, untangling threads Attempting to detach from grief and ......

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...These are English translations of Spanish poems by Pablo Neruda. Religión en el Este (“Religion in the East”) by Pablo Neruda translation by Michael R. Burch for Tom Merrill I realized in......

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...I’m living dead, I’m a bad nation As bad as you like to percieve The easiest for condemnation En masse, so maybe I’m not me Because I’m always undistinguished I am a crowd you ignore All person......

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... June 3 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 13-15 Key Verse – Job 13:3 Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God. PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO......

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...ARTEFACTS recreated as a colossus in  time  using dimensional depiction  extended  into reality a glimpse of the past with the possibility of  consolations begetting beauty melanchol......

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...In the realm where dreams collide, is she the smirk star that appears, glides, then walks? I grasped you; the otherworldly was in the vicinity, gazing in awe at the scene of beauty. As far as I n......

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...I found it behind an old work bench, water stained and curled on the corners, looking as forgotten as an out-of-luck beggar. But like in the beggar's eyes, there was a past that was full of hope and ......

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...Liquid ebony pools in the shadows of night. And behind purple clouds, a scarlet sun sheds light. A cauldron of black bats eclipses a gold moon. And traverses a sky of sable and maroo......

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...cemetery not cementary… although, i see how you might think of this chiseled rocks, carefully crafted crypts no. this is the place where we come to bury where we visit all we miss i remember see......

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...I welcome the consolations of October, Sighs of the leaves floating gently down, Breezes saying warm days may still come Before the blowing cold of old November, Portends the end of a......

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...Laying in my cozy bed, I oft wonder why? why am I here when others not? those that make a simple mistake and perish, yet I am here a friend telling me “you have more lives than cats” no......

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...Cursive Consolations David J Walker Heartlessly pressing words into wine Our feet are blood red from the crushing Our heads flowing in faint rhymes Into dry riverbeds genially growing An o......

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...What I'd Like To Give Is An Ounce Of My Perfume By R. Henderson What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume.. Or so to speak.. An aroma like many others is what I shall bequeath. The......

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...Glorified and sanctified by all these tomes, blessed and praised, exalted, extolled and honored, adored and lauded in the name of these wondrous vintage books, acclaimed in the name of p......

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