Continuations Poems - Poems about Continuations

...The chirping of the first bird to which I listen And the first ray of the sun that glistens Are not the beginnings, yet, continuations? Of his caring hand, carrying on its liberation Like untimel......

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...Walk for peace as quiet as a stranger Tread softly without digress on this road It does look so lovely to endanger So, neither jump nor leap like a smart toad Switch left or right if that is ......

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...Wings are flying on the west sky of dreams On the wide field of crops, insects are dead Utensils are burning coals on the dales of sun Birds are begging by the windows of hungriness Humanity is a......

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...The Inferiors! The proud and the rebellious! The Uncalled! The unheard! The two nuisances that are overtaking the galaxy's millenniums presently! Or the oh so game called ones life! The uncall......

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... in this illusion where everything is a competition just one of many continuations of our separation while your dreams taste like tears tearing through the rooted soil of your s......

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...Who then, but I, should benefit from the awakening moments of revelations unfolding? Continuations of meditative wandering, in dreamscapes certain tutelage, charges the morning air with marked......

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...POETRY Poetry is like modeling Model of self control, by fashions ornamented New from old organized Poetry is like modeling. Poetry is like modeling Taken to be an example of solving Con......

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...Senryu The unwritten Is a dream not yet awake A soundless slumber Senryu Breaths of the unsaid Hangs on an autumnal tree Waiting for the wind Saying Silence is The continuations Of what was......

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...The ruling, wiling format accustomed to its mitt, concerned with daily door mats to will their lifeless wit! The cloister of content staff all theirs, all ours, all kit Ne're once restricting......

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...I I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A back-rest To concrete electrocution. I am distill......

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