Eon Poems - Poems about Eon

What dread power in this dark hour Controls the weak minds of men Who will devour these souls gone sour When the lights go out again Dwelling in flame you know him by name And his deeds are known as well Ain't it a shame you're only to blame For an eon bound in Hell...

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Placed Third In : Appreciation, Anger, Air, Angelic Poetry Contest Sponsored by Sotto Poet ...

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love is the answer but i thought you’d never ask~ some things you just know...

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Purpose the plane lisin Sane light you hold They wish Bold it's ...

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A bird like a pigeon or dove will always choose food over love They poop from their perches On people in churches Excluding Nun of the Above...

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Strive to be remembered when you leave This temporal existence known For milleniums as life To leave a legacy Full packed of good deeds And comfort words That remain Through the Time 1-11-2016...

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as to this date, no one individual, no group of individuals & no nation of individuals has been responsible for the elimination of all the species---books & movies are spit out repeatedly concerning those who have come close, but such a story is as random as a supposed “saint” arising---such compassionate people that inspire love & trust (things denied to so many...

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large gaps & plot holes make up the formative years, the childhood, the teenage chaos & the early adulthood, but the important thing is that the world was not kind to this little speck, this little conglomerate of stardust. an absence of kindness does not always force one to “take the higher road”---though society may want this to be the case, many differ...

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multiple millennia reduced to centuries, centuries reduced to decades & a period of decades making up the life of one completely random, accidental, insignificant & meaningless life, found on one planet in a galaxy, in a universe of which it is only an infinitesimally small speck, a stain on the passage of the miniscule history of this species. born beneath a...

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The sun cannot be touched they said, They assumed it is too hot. But what they failed to understand, Is that I am time itself and everything decays, And chills, by the dusk on my tender hands. “Even the Immortal Gods have to answer to time, And when they do Eons dusk hand shall be extended with gratitude.”...

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I would like to thank you for your visit. I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication. I believe we poets, can make a difference in this world. We live in the 21st century, we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination. We just don't have the courage, because I guess most are afraid to...

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