Gallery Poems - Poems about Gallery

A new poem is sent into the web, Your hopeful words await the judging eye. The digital tide starts to flow and ebb. Across the globe, fresh verses now embed, Where dreams of fame can softly rise or die. A new poem is sent into the web. Each line considered is carefully fed, Beneath the...

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Day and night Over my years I watch This full owl body carved from the light Of wood With its slimly painted feathers and howling eyes Held in swooping flight At an angle On a string From our family room Ceiling Circles in the heat of our furnace vent Glides in its corner in summer breezes That is beautiful enough Its constant motion suspecting me A mole Watching TV But there...

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Students their little burning harmonies | you compos’d it One single gallery | public arras blasé debate re-placed Sheets just- | cool on clothesline whiskered with wear. Variousness was it| trusted its core | bayou, brilliant books In /a/verse | oracular : understand it took | not yet Taken | two no yet invented. Anything but in glitch,...

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There, mustardseed scatter’d on firm cement Frank’s sense all but gone as architect- ural borders take shape: the cloister sports Blue-green algae tanks | engineer-BREW guard’d by python & html Biomedical men GIVE IT | in overt Exxon | two two-by-fours square in threes Three-D printed modules fit to serve | reptilian feet | Purpose, _\\r eign...

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These thoughts we frame and title hang now from long defunct dendrites, made branchless by the passé and pointless now all strung-up upon threadbare strings. Ones or twice the hanged are molested by magpies seeking baubles for their nests, yet most go unrobbed and remain as still as death, or they twist in chill uncaring winds. These thoughts shaped to mind-images, collected together in...

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A light went out when you left this world. I’ll never find that switch again, mark my word. The clock’s dinging; it is ten. The nightmare starts then. The sorrow and pain have not eased. Grief keeps following me, as pleased. It is so hard to forget you When I have a thousand reasons not to. I want to be strong and make...

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Nature is one big art gallery...

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faded oil portraits in gold patina frames hide on gallery walls...

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I opened a door in the Universe and found myself in the gallery of public opinion. A serious debate was taking place over Freedoms and God given rights. On one side several thousand people proclaiming Slaves have No Rights. and should be put to death because they have no value and those who disagree in any way should also face...

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Brother. O Brother. O when; when we were callow! In days young; Shakers, of the movement, before gray & silver turned our locks; we held in idol. Spree, even damned, were we. Lessen a very score, ’til callous became un-sore; away, had you, myth, into the far-off; seeking a northern star....

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The one who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. Those who walk alone are likely to find themselves in places no one has ever seen before." -. (Quote by Albert Einstein) ...

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Seated, room to breathe There is shallowness present For I feel rushed If I close my eyes What if I were whisked away To rest or torment The minutes count down I still want to lose myself Let me be alone I am surrounded Those that seek tranquility Stolen by seeking...

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'Gallery near me' I typed into Google What's this! 15 minutes away Free Open Monday to Sunday I've been there before What have they got... Pictures of nature :/ Cartoon illustration :/ Half remembered dreams :D The parking was easy As the rain poured down The cartoons were of cats That parodied Picasso I quite liked them! Half remembered dreams Gallery three Door closed Meeting in progress I explored the village Zig zagging to charity shops I...

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Outside the sanctum, clenched teeth, tension, a sense of being spun slowly, in comical ocean drift Bobbed cork barely able to rein my orientation. Luckily, current flux of haphazard happening flapped a variable vantage. Blown as though...

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Deja vu- it startles us at times- in a flash- coming before us; a conversation an interaction almost anything- exact in every detail ...

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