Cradles Poems - Poems about Cradles

In the mysterious shadow of the evening, when the sky cradles its dreams in purple, I walk the path between worlds, a pilgrim of silence. Loneliness, an abyss of shadows that swallows falling stars, Is the poverty of the soul, a chasm that absorbs echoes of extinguished desires. In the broken mirror of the night, I see myself, a...

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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, Meandering through alleys where echoes of steps knock on the door of the ether, seeding songs forever set in stone. I wear a tie...

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a genuine desire for love a potential heart overflowing with love and this world full of demons with tears....

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Oh, My Dear Walter, how your words have slayed Humbled me, broken me, molded, remade To taste of your world, see above or below it Wit of a wordsmith, wry pith of a poet To so construe love without...

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* There is one person I would bring back in a heartbeat, and that's my favorite human being of all-time, Walt Whitman - he literally changed my life with his poetry, and brought true beauty and joy to my life. Never underestimate the power of words. * __________________________________________________ Oh, My Dear Walter, how your words have slayed, Humbled...

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Those children died today were little miracles someone had taken them just days before Christmas God cradles those small gems remember them always. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Dec.14/2012 The World cries, with those that lost their loved ones, in Newtown, Connecticut, just 11 days before Christmas. :'O( I can't believe someone could do something so horrible. Especially to tiny babies and just...

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It was a sad day, when I had to toss them; my favorite pair of sports shoes. Like an old, comfy friend, we walked and played together; until the linings were worn clean through, to the leather. Still, I held onto them; my precious foot cradles. When the day came to toss them, cracked soles, leaking rain water onto my feet; I...

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Praying for forgiveness but the damage is done still learning to walk alone cause who "I AM" keeps me shunned The doors keep closing in on me all through veiled hypocrisy but what they all have failed to see is that I will never be anything other than "ME". It's true I've not always done what is right, but for my mistakes I've already paid...

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A walking cradle A scaffold Just support Underpinnings are cushions of support. We exacerbate to defeat negative thoughts. We want success because this soothes our words. Impaired from those that know how to hinder when moving forward, is a liaison to destroy. A philosophical standard is not atypical. This provides acumen and vision. A walking cradle Your framework Empowered to join in a cause A platform to...

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A philodendron cradles its young, a winter's bud in February thaw. Spring calls, its ancient rhyme of no-time sings of days gone by. Buds, with petals palm to palm, echo a reassurance song of blossoms locked in heart-leaf care as unborn...

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lake cradles the moon the mournful cry of a loon tender nights of June for Carol's contest...

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Your Beautiful Smile! Rocks me D` -------~E~------- ...

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