Far Off Poems - Poems about Far Off

O some day to come, it may be that time will bury my memory deep as the hidden sleep of those who lie in some forgotten churchyard; but my judgment is that the future holds for me a fadeless crown of amaranth and gold. O thou Anonymous Reader, when I, a bard whose graces are...

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far off memories like scattered dreams lie dormant waiting to come to life and haunt hurt ...

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Listen as the wind whispers secrets of my lost past. It howls at my melancholy miseries, shrieks at my heinous sins, warning me of a fatal future that is sure to be my looming last. My destiny lies in my hands as I linger in indecision with your shadow in my heart. For I cannot stop loving you I cannot live a...

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He kept seeing vicious black bears in his dreams And throughout the night his body twist and tossed In disharmony of victims fights and screams Spring was chilling with a hint of morning frost And most days the black bears be hunting the streams A campsite was attacked and four folks are lost He saw the carnage wider wider up...

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in lobes, winnowed fans far-off look scans the future flight of butterflies tease, tickles eyes, curious beauty in obscurity 3/31/2022 A BRIAN STRAND PREMIER CHOICE Poetry Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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Far off Constellations David J Walker It’s not me It’s the judgment I never see But can still hear The chitter chatters Of muffled voices That scatters into A bust of Swahili Or Farsi Or Gaelic for all that matters I can clearly hear it in my head Those words That might have been said Might have lied Might have died...

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The sun awakens with bright shine, turning the water into wine. Its streaming ray entices thought, of all the battles we have fought. Colored cloths that flap in the wind, soldiers die as if they have sinned. From wars that were fought over lies, To mothers that for their son cries. And for what was paid such a cost, as a young man's dreams...

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In the Far Off Land of China (To the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic) Edit 1 By Franklin Price 03/28/2020 In the Far off land of China many thousand miles away The Coronavirus came to its first human on that day Was ever more contagious as it traveled on it's way Its dangers not yet done If two hundred years ago,...

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The Battle Hymn of the Republic was the rallying song for the United States of America during the Civil War. It was written and published the first time in February 1862; shortly after the war began. I woke up this morning, about 4:00 AM with the Battle Hymn on my mind and thought I...

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From Far-Off Worlds, now I am come for you, Across the ages, and across all time… Behind the Sun, we first did pledge, and I’m… Impatient as a crocus for the New Dawn and the coming of Pure Light Then, will I finally hold you in my arms? (And, holding, keep you sealed off from all harms?) That Promise has dwelt always...

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Love in a far off place My moon was so shy that it hid behind the darker clouds, And cherished my twinkle in serenity beyond real world at a far off place, Veils of bright sun and vibrant nights as memorable moments stayed by, Where silver sparkles brilliantly lit glowed the full moon to night's illumine ! Written July 27th, 2015 For contest by...

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In starry silence and deepest sleep, I hold vivid memories and a treasured secret close to my heart of a long ago summer love. Ours, was a season carved from the sun's caress, from a sun that never set (even when the moon shone bright). I cherished the time I held your hand, my handsome stranger. Every waking...

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The maps are spread before us now. Shall reckless abandon intercede? We'll sail to every shore somehow. Go wherever the oceans lead. Preordained to find you here. As soul mates share a bucket list. Guided by joy and without fear. Blowing through the morning mist. Just like Noah, sturdy and strong. Discoveries waiting to be freed. Armed with merely words and song. Rolling along not taking...

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I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you? Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies, its shadowy light floods the shivering sea, I, standing still amidst the tickling water, my teary eyes softly wander upon endless horizon, my hypothermic skin long for the kisses puffed by...

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We'd made a dawn start that day, following in his footsteps, as apparently Jesus used to get up early. Our group had gathered for a reading, and to pray, along with fruit and cereals our first staples of the day. The good Lord had gifted us a painted morning of Coeruleum blue, and a warm spiced breeze...

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