Cradles Poems - Poems about Cradles

...A border is a line drawn in the sand Constantly shifting if you have time to see A personality is a borderline ebbing Time ceaselessly flowing us away One side unreachable as the far sho......Read the rest...

...The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness laid bare. My image holds no ju......Read the rest...

...In the Valley's depths, Elara walks with purpose, Gathering tears, Each drop a testament to Life's fragile beauty, lost. In the twilight's glow, She cradles sorrow's burden, Whispering soft ......Read the rest...

... As heartrose epitaphs swathe earthly echoes with swelled up w a v e s of spiritual sirens, sea-fairies collide with honeysuckle footprints, traced by mint-green manta rays al......Read the rest...

...I lie against the rigged walls of a deep-rooted oak tree As it waits patiently for my fingers to traverse its abundant layers of bark. The glassy sap oozes aimlessly between the withered crevasses,......Read the rest...

...London growls under the tread of diesel driven dreams. A stork visits, an attic full of discarded toys. White mice sleep in pajamas, made of childish nightmares. Barges reek still, just as ......Read the rest...

...The Revenant pt. 2 - Leviæthan I 'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon, Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace, A tempest rages within flesh—entombe......Read the rest...

... The Jacobite Rose Falling , the conscience of mankind , at ease . As soaring souls reign over our nomadic skies , Our gardens tiered as the Jacobite roses bloom , Roaming he......Read the rest...

...Oh, majestic city, where time cradles its wings, In a moment of the world, where the dream of star cascades is a timid seed, I wander, a phantom of grace, beneath the moon's silver imprint, Meande......Read the rest...

...This is a poem I wrote about the struggles of mainly coal miners the industrial revolution and the hardships and luxuries of both the poor and the entitled rich . Home To Elysium Like potent ......Read the rest...

...As the sun rises over the hills at a peaceful dawn, the secrets of nature begin to reveal themselves. She spins tales dappled with dew on silken threads. A life-symphony in which each leaf is a ......Read the rest...

...In the whisper of palms,I embark upon a celestial voyage. My vessel, woven from the threads of ancestral dreams, glides through cosmic tides. Each star above is a breadcrumb, and every constellat......Read the rest...

...In the quiet embrace of twilight.... the night fisherman stands at the edge of eternity. His silhouette, etched against the horizon, merges with the fading hues of day. The sea, a vast ca......Read the rest...

...His voice has a face; It has features of its own. It gazes deep into my eyes and delves deep into my soul. His voice is a smooth ocean breeze On a bright sunny summer day: Fresh, fluffy, and ......Read the rest...

... "The question. If someone handed 'me' a box with everything in it that I had lost, what is the first thing, I would look for ?" I have lost a lot in my life so far.......Read the rest...