Effaced Poems - Poems about Effaced

... She lived beside the old temple that has stood For years on the rocky bank of the silent river Flowing all through the lining greenery cover , The woods and the arable land rich and goo......

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... “The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.” — Dean Koontz Inhaling quietude, I watch glistening pearls swirling in twilight’s sky. The silence......

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...In the hollows of power’s grip, where shadows twist the heart’s cry, there—mights build thrones on backs bent, where abuse wears the mask of guidance, control, a cloak woven with the thread of fe......

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...In dust-laden silence, past the reach of day, The mansion's library whispered of forgotten tales, Its heartbeat echoed in the books arrayed. Time's soft touch graced each spine and page, Among ......

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...Spirit of Christmastide Beneath the mantel's alabaster gleam Where verdigris flames pirouette in cerulean ballet's beam... We gather close—a familial love— In hallowed halls where ......

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...100,000 years of nirvana Experiencing the pain and sorrow in the land of mortals Breaking the divine law. Embracing the Empyrian heart Why care so much on what is divine or mortal? Dancing th......

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...The nine tribulations have been effaced Life and death, I accept with grace. One moment flies by in a hundred years A second thought to missing the mortal trials. The wishes of thousands falling......

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...Thanksgiving gobbledygook The following anecdote baste upon overactive imagination of mine in sync with being married and monogamously living socially chaste life as a scrupulous anchorite, w......

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...Its quest is over. Life's. Wholesome-faced. At this drop off point, a world's Sea-washed. Effaced. Shackled by which search, a slave's Profitless, for coin Proved it, toward more and more Be......

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...my brain has its own life, its own conversations, never-ending circumlocutions this confabulation of memory leaves me unsure of the reality of my thoughts is this a chemical misstep, a min......

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...Each Passing Cloud Each passing cloud carries melancholy of morose mind now venturing your sky. No matter your mood be sad or jolly, Feel my arde......

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...some say life digs its own grave ~ from my pov i’m building mountains (By poet) More aware than I’m feeling less abstract than my dreams Reality’s that one special place somewhere in the be......

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...I see the flakes come tumbling from pale sky. Grey barren earth below has been effaced. The loveliness nobody can deny. With dazzling snow this wonderland is graced. In morning’s sheen, the fro......

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...I'm dreaming of those sandy beaches With every poem today I write Of my presence here please do not lose sight And may your holidays be bright! by L Milton Hankins Sandy beaches......

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...From silken mists scarred stones give tongue To canticles raised to twilit drear, Of frolicked hours when seasons were young, And Promise chastised every fear. Once brightly smiled upon our days ......

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