Desideratum Poems - Poems about Desideratum

I will wait for your soft, curled vines, The fake cascade causes tiny, unspecified water droplets to flow over it. I will not wait for you to be a destined no man's land, Nobody could allow you to be begotten by the tiny spikes. I will wait for your buttery redemption, With every penance, there is the rise of a...

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Many books are written by demons, none by angels. Angels will not write for they were never human. Demons were and are human, and they are very skillful, they know how to hide evil messages with a moderate and quasi-intellectual language. Nowadays they have turned to writing children’s books, because demons know a child cannot be turned to evil too soon. To demons, murder and...

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I walked my life on the floral garden path so very long, until an untimely sudden storm came surging strong, flowers that blew away in the wild wind made me rue, my yearning for you plunged deep in the abyss of blue. As the dark clouds drifted beyond the horizon at night, taking away the...

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“Shine until tomorrow. Let it be.” John Lennon and Paul McCartney Kindness is what we need today. Patience, love, and forgiveness too. If people do not think your way, try hard to see their point of view. Be gentle as a summer breeze. Be not a tempest bellowing. Be the sea when after unease, its tranquilness shines – mellowing. Be not a tree...

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DESIDERATUM Egoistic person just to obsess only to aim win as ultimatum. Neither needs love nor happiness, ...

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On the nights when drinks nomore abide, Pushing the world aside, A frantic search for freedom, A place for rest, an Eden. A gossamer of light, To shelter me and keep me in blithe, In desperation, for a haven Of sweet liberty, need a maven. In time you are regenerated, A fresh new start, a sorry...

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A desideratum of varied hues, is the rendering of my bleeding pen; and when under duress, well, I have Muse ! I have a God sent need to write- amen, since a child I have felt this vital need; and on this journey I have found my Zen ! This compulsion- I must obey and feed, but the prerequisite...

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We are the keepers of hills Of creeks and rivers and savannahs Yet the shrills Of the afflicted echo throughout the world Filling Earth’s threshold with painful noise We sleep amidst the desperate cries Of animals, lands and skies, though We percede to slumber, to lie still whilst Scorched trees succumb to our relentless inferno Now the birds and heavens fly low From our...

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