Etched Poems - Poems about Etched

Tumbling down in a rhythmic flow Bestowed a dream appear With crystal light The ocean bright Rising in sunlit mirrors White clouds drift The sand shifts In hues of golden brown A rhythmic flow The tempo grows In harmony A gracious sound Each shillouette Stands undisturbed Gazing out beyond To find a dream Of life redeemed In poetic words And a song [] "An etched memory is that of a painted dream Wandering free...

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Two hearts written In sandy shores Is passed and short. No wonder hap Romantic do Seek joy short live. Live not penchant Dream love that paint In sandy shore. True love is etched Inside the heart Forever lived....

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FOREVER ETCHED IN STONE SILENTLY I WALKED UPON THE DAWN OF DAY REMEMBERING THE TIME WE SPENT AS THE SUN CLIMBED AWAY WITH SUBTLE HINTS OF SPRING BLOSSOMING BUDS LINED THE WAY I ROAMED THROUGH ENDLESS WOODS DREAMING OF YESTERDAY TWENTY YEARS HAVE PASSED AND I STILL RECALL OUR SONG OF ENDLESS LOVE AND LAUGHTER OH HOWI LONG BENEATH...

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in ancient language, I read amazing info about history what a great discovery so ancient text etched in stone...

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He weeps while carving out her form From memories of long days past. Their life was like a raging storm In every weather, so steadfast. Together they had spent their lives Happy, carefree, no worries known. He took her for his loving wife She took him also for her own. Entwined in love a sweet caress His fingers found a lump one day. T'was in...

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Contest: This or That, Vol 30 – 2-4-25 Sponsor: Edward Ibeh - Title Chosen: Etched in Stone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Etched in Stone Two hearts glare at each other Clutching their stone tablets Written by the finger of their rightness, Guarding the secret handshake In single sighted delinquent tantrums Refusing to share the offertory Of a loving cup - Consumed by...

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Etched in Stone In the soothing serene silence of a shining summer day Strolling along a lonely alley laid in black stones Bordered on both sides with...

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Our village has a standing stone and on it etched are many names Of village men, both young and old, who gave their lives amid the flames The flames of war to end all wars A delusional hope for sure For as we know it still goes on To kill and slaughter many more So when we lay the poppies red. Honour...

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I gaze out my glass doors, engrossed in the clamorous cadence of screeching stillness, emitting electric tones of love etched in stones, and fervent flares of fireflies, stolen from the riverbed of memories, where songs we played on repeat~ to the moon and stars weeping in darkness~ reverberate like redolent refrains… And in this s i l e n c e, I question every word unwritten, as the essence...

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It’s been almost five years since you’ve been gone It’s hard to believe it’s really been that long Memories of you often haunt my mind As grief can be painful and unkind Today, I stopped for a visit to your grave alone And stared at your name, forever etched in stone My raw emotions are now swirling like a storm Cutting my...

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Destiny is not etched in stone, It shifts like sands in the tide, With every choice, the future sways, A tale rewritten in countless ways. Fate is not etched in stone so tight, It bends and sways like morning light. With will and heart, new paths are sown, The choice is ours, not fate alone....

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drenched in pomegranate juice the sand stone wished to be granite yet a figment of imagination eluded the tomb and it was over eternally gone final impermanent the children wept crocodile tears but ancestors knew about snake bites betrayal unforgiveness treachery deception inscribed were false words and only time would tell if his wishes were granted shaded under a fig tree his begging bowl was empty not one...

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As both the dreamer and the dreamed in this world, if we would wake up here, etch these words in stone; save by honing rough edges, by ego knurled, being the optimal method to atone, the flag of love within, cannot be unfurled. This is a path each of us must walk alone, since it requires us to change our direction, by...

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This or That, Vol 30 Poetry Contest Edward Ibeh As soon as my eyes cleared from the tears I could see that his body and soul were long gone He layed frozen in time Lifeless, naked and sorry Where the songbirds in his eyes Lost forever in the morning storm Still the sun peaked thru our bedroom It's long rays covering the...

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The whirlwind of time wafts my soul away from me transiently rooted in the present, to the distant desolate island of insulation, where my home was once, but I left it forever. That’s the fading past, receding fast redundant, but lingers on to be abandoned and obliterated. I trace the shifting shimmer to the furtive future, configuring the migratory...

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