Galleries Poems - Poems about Galleries

...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 bl......Read the rest...

...Italia we strolled the country side throughout the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases tha......Read the rest...

...In bustling cities where dreams take flight, Amidst the chaos, people strive and sway, A tapestry of faces, colors bright, Unity in diversity, a sight divine, In every heart, a love beyond compar......Read the rest...

...Just a single astral flicker births upon the darkness a crest of day, A lone strand of wax, dancing its aura Dispels the night – In a delirium of glimmers that chase away the phantoms of fear, Sh......Read the rest...

... The morning waited for me to take my seat on the foreshore bench to begin its play, perform the piece it had scripted just for me. Opening with a prelude of waves lifting until gravity co......Read the rest...

...The galleries silent, Some face the walls Did you see that The rivers are blood red and they flow from forehead to homeland... ......Read the rest...

...I came to reside in a charming town, Where golden shores and azure horizons abound. A tropical heaven of palms that sway, Gracing the beaches in a fascinating way. A surfer’s dream, a med......Read the rest...

... Donning splendiferous landscapes stretching for miles, A culture that aptly prides, in bold, welcoming smiles; A thriving land of islands~ an archipelago evincing awe, A resplendence of nature, ......Read the rest...

...I no longer know where to find me I wish you didn't leave me here to rot No matter how much rubble I force myself to pull up It has sunken too deep, shattered too fine The shards you ......Read the rest...

...Let your palms be the last twilight, Which covers my heart with the shroud of repose, Draping the white silence, an ancestral vestment, at dusk, Rest that descends over a world forgotten by the li......Read the rest...

...I'm back. Stood in from of the Marc Chagall That is quietly across the road I don't know what else is quietly sitting just out of my eyeline Whether wraparound sentences are indeed my friend......Read the rest...

...My love left me a letter, "Dear one, I hate to make you frown, But there seems to be a part That's missing from my heart. I need to find it Before I can settle down." Then she sent me a postc......Read the rest...

...In galleries of ancient art Were cases filled with rings And necklaces and bracelets, Maybe meant for wives of kings. Or possibly for normal folk, For lots were made of clay, Ceramic beads no......Read the rest...

...A singular suitcase, all essentials neatly in place—three outfits; underwear; pajamas; a notebook; and comfortable walking shoes. With my passport in one hand and my Polaroid camera slung over my sh......Read the rest...

...Went on a little vacation And plans we had proposed We couldn’t do because On certain days, some things were closed. On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays Many restaurants and stores, Plus museum......Read the rest...