Cradling Poems - Poems about Cradling

... Unmet expectations strike hard, hurting where they languish long. Unkept promises are blows earned, hitting where they find no resistance. Unkind words are slashes harsh, ripping through the......

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...Have you ever seen a pair of Nine West Folowe Pumps in Red Blooms Floral - or ever held a feathery pair? They offer the pure pleasure of perfection. You can see them popping up lately, in streetwe......

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...after 'Berck-Plage' by Sylvia Plath (1) A sheet of glass, this expanse of water. How its tranquillity mocks my unrest. Bloated beachballs and balloons travel the park and......

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... When the saint sun is reborn from the womb of wisteria, rising above symphonies ~ scripting a saga, of enlightenment and coral coloured karma, I ripple in rosettes, as an avatar of him......

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... Heaven, synonymous with Heart in its becoming of the New Human ~ perception, perceiver and perceived when merging incubates an anechoic reality________ all els......

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...Mankind generates the utmost malevolent deeds Sustaining corruption and ignoring those in need Beholding a mirror, peering at the countenance Dereliction of the conscious is an annoya......

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... twelve of us he choose to paint sons of Jacob in an earthen jar so sturdy plonked us with vehemence directed by neuronal cells skull protecting scrambled delicacy ......

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... Hush now, the hills lean close in, cradling the town in green-field arms. The houses huddle, blinking from night lit rooms, beneath a dawn that warns shepherds of storms, As I lay me down in t......

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...It stood like a sentinel at the world’s bleak last shore, its gnarled branches clawing at a churning grey November sky, above a thin and narrowing yellow band of waning light auguring the comin......

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... Here I now sit beside him, in stillness, the night gently wrapped around our quiet forms. No more need for swirling steps, just the hush of stars above us, peaceful in their shimmer......

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...—A Cry from the Rubble to the Thrones of Power— In Gaza, the sky does not fall— It rains fire. Children sleep beneath concrete tombs, Mothers wail into hollow winds, And the olive trees B......

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... 'Tis it better to know, or not to know? Now there's the rub! The dilemma in a Pandora paradox. Sure it's nice to get to know yourself, but not entirely, for the abyss within the cage will retu......

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... Written: May 28, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "If you come to visit my grave, my tomb will appear to dance."By Rumi *********......

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... Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was ra......

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..."Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life." ~ Pablo Neruda I sail through citrine waves of ......

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