Fortuned Poems - Poems about Fortuned

...A WORLD WITHOUT VINCENT Vincent is the beauty of the day With a sparkling body that shine And make the earth smile beautifully. He stands in the midst of the earth In greatings to all it habi......Read the rest...

...And it was not till this day, that I looked upon her saddened grisly face that time had erased, and taken away and deformed, and it was not till this day that I came to realize, why it was fated that......Read the rest...

...Breaking free from the jaded haze this winding maze their walls ? Rattling chains these halls be they kind today nay, a nuisance nirvana.. In Septenary's fortuned palms ? Her seraphims medievals hi......Read the rest...

...As a treasure sanguines heart; hidden within this field Called life arriving upon but another day in hopes of finding His perfect place ? Sacred sitting atop the world outside; mirrors Seeking Spir......Read the rest...

...He brought me a stone in his green uniform, A gift from a distant land to see he loves me still; And the joy that he gave me his presence of five years waste, For he is my son the one almost lose in ......Read the rest...

...Serenity, this late autumn's joyful early morn Quietly watching, the red candlelight's aglow Incense petals its tiny yellow flame, reaching Unto these perfumed remnants of the night.. As but a gentle......Read the rest...

...Have I ever mentioned the way it is in life sometimes; my own meager thoughts!? This Pop Culture, that has always lain at the forefront of transitories transcendence An everflowing river which ......Read the rest...

...The psalmist and the deer which pants from thirst along the brook.... As a treasure sanguines heart, hidden within this field called life?! Arriving upon another day in hopes of finding its perfect......Read the rest...

...I saw the tears in her eyes, Not because she was crying, But an imprint, From a hundred cries before. A single mom, Doing the best she could, But she was far, From evening life's score. H......Read the rest...

...She tells me it’s hopeless She just won’t come down Circles are shaded Boundaries are built to cross Highways are fortuned And nothing seems important I should call her Or I should drive my......Read the rest...

...It is for sure, not springtime here Shorter days now how bare His trees. And looking back draws eyes to tear For waste and loss of all my greed. To sail the seas and not return My ship sinks i......Read the rest...

...My ship of dreams I build no more I hack to fragments my vain desire To toss like trash and be ignored. Upon my filthy, driftwood fire. To sail the seas and not return My ship sinks in the str......Read the rest...