Galleries Poems - Poems about Galleries

Unspoken ideas are art galleries in ruin, frescoes on the walls of our weary minds, From them were born the wars that tore humanity apart through infinite epochs, Unspoken words melt into the air like musical notes you will never hear, Yet they are there, scattered in your soul like dancing ghosts. I turn back time to destroy peace,...

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Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening strings its somber beads, The echo of a twilight stifles discreetly on the plain bound for eternal crossing; Floating, floating over the velvet of darkness seeking its release. Diaphanous sages, adorned with the silver of silence, For their words have not shaken the profound realm with arrows of stars, they Do not willingly...

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Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening beads its somber pearls, An echo of twilight suffocates discreetly across the plain towards eternal passing; It floats, it floats over the velvet blackness seeking escape. Ethereal sages, adorned with the silver of silence, For their words did not shake the profound realm with comet darts, they Reluctantly cast their shadow towards the...

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I'm a little bit of a chancer Like driving to the wrong place, whilst ill to deliver training on something I read yesterday and claiming I'm on location (I kinda felt like Phil from Groundhog Day...) The world bends to fit a little bit and actually sometimes it works better than the dull sameness of the conformist...

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Such a lot of things I'd do, The books I'd read The shows I'd see! I'd sip long galleries Of half-forgotten pleasures. He went to school, the youngest, Not big enough to tie his shoes, School case in his chubby grip, Smiling, eager, new...I sit and Silence creeps about uncluttered rooms....

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“Santa Fe” Santa Fe, Santa Fe, Oh Santa Fe, Take me home to Santa Fe. Where mountain peaks Are bathed in gold. Where artists and seekers Come to unfold. Where natives live in ages past Stair step terra-cotta Rise on desert floors. Where artists come to paint and play Calling all to Santa Fe Dream maker’s dreams Come true in the Travertine Aisles of Canyon Road. Take...

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Galleries of life, ignorant and tough, Sometimes as sandarac’s incense, usually morose. I erase bluntness that grew a cravat around my heart, Abominable inheritance riveted into the soul of farce, But there is nothing more valued in life than experience, And there is a bag-full of it in every one of us. No remorse or isolation, nor any type of solitude...

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In a gallery full of fine art My heart goes off the chart My hair isn’t long but I’m pretty strong I'd love to haul it off in a cart...

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In the hearts many chambers Stored away are museums Cherished moments giving love... Receiving amour...

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