Declaimed Poems - Poems about Declaimed

...WASTELAND possessed by words yet discourse-less implicit intuition meandering in a web of language a whirling ......Read the rest...

...In the pages of history there's a baffling mystery about the passing of the crew since eighteen ninety two. Bright stars turned to dim whether fat or slim, no one's young, no one's old, t......Read the rest...

...AMALGAMS of reality dreams diversified       nostalgia for the country       of his soul colour     clarified echos of nature     with       the universal flying floating image......Read the rest...

...Aah... how great the taste of water... After lounging in bed until late morning/early afternoon we (the missus and I) felt restless as garden variety buffoon or think chrysalis itching to e......Read the rest...

...hidden intentions forseen from afar set in the dark tracks in the stone to posterity through cloisters with empty streams a desert of aged rivers folds of nothingness now run cold ......Read the rest...

...possessed by words yet discourse-less implicit intuition meandering in a web of language a whirling vortex ......Read the rest...

...If my tongue I could just tame Your dear heart I would not maim Every time we play this game Seems the outcome is the same First my quick words cause a strain Then my impulse is to blame So aga......Read the rest...

...unashamed christian I am not into labels, and I don't believe in fables And I know that God is real He's more than invisible, more than tangible He's more than a feel And I not denominations b......Read the rest...

...Why isn't philosophy written most wisely also poetic verse, both-and analogical ecology? While classic philosophic historians continue this great debate about which is most important, truth o......Read the rest...

...Enjoy, Florence, because you so great are That on seas and ground your wings you flutter, And down in hell your name around spreads far! I found five, among the stealers’ clutter, Your citizens......Read the rest...

...Train my love oh train my love. My train doesn’t flame. It burns deeply inside. In my heart I am happy. Train my love oh train my love. Your coach swings. Swing by concussion. Train my love oh......Read the rest...

...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-One Meantime the Faithful gathered for prayer sans delusions His Holiness excused himself for the usual ablutions -- The Commandant backtracked to an ......Read the rest...

...« Think, the world remembers only the poets. The name of a country depends on how its poets behave. » Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, the Philosopher-President of India* Whoever dies ......Read the rest...

...Until a point is posited, Its position is unclear; Whether on a pencil Or belief embraced so dear. Until a point is set upon A concrete place of view, Its meaning is unknown, Its validity no......Read the rest...