Gates Poems - Poems about Gates

Today the flood gates opened A strong tide rushed down, coming down Everything was just swept away No one left, no one around It became clear an act of God See what happens in the Lord's mighty wrath? He struck down with lightning and with thunder We prayed that all things would again last ...

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The Dark men fought on past their mother, many had seen the mighty one fall they fought on with bitter hate, as now, once more, did the mother of the storm. Her spear flashed lightning, she stirred on her horses, the chariot moving quickly forward, the spear drinking deeply of Arlagh's blood. The battle now raging, one large cacophony of terror, many smaller battles now...

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Fierce goblins rode these wolves, their curved scimitars, raining death, their fierce visage could freeze the heart, they moved with the giant spiders, death comes in so many ways. The battle on the right was terrible, blood did flow like a river, black, blue, green and red, what horror stalked Badicha. Already, the foot soldiers are charging into the trees, they now had the bloodthirst, it...

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My mind is wrapped in wonder, To think that I could love her; How can we explore, Our caring for each other? All that has ever haunted, Was a poltergeist, unwanted! Which prayer could there be, That is meant for love evolving? Which prayer should I speak, May reach God’s ears, To problem solve it?...

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"When Golden Gates Fall" The gates are seen in a dream all channels open the water swirling all the faces falling escaping mirrors the golden gate swings all its symphony strings sing holding up the visage of lives traversing a bridge from one side to the other as seen in a dream through glass the ever beckoning unreckoning calls all in slumber unpoetically...

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Kiss her only if your gaze can open the gates to a fairytale realm, where your lips unravel mysteries hidden beneath the cosmic dust of time, where her body is not just a sanctuary but a universe waiting to be explored, where her tongue is an arena of silent conflicts, woven with the names of ghosts. She has burned...

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In the field of communications, only two men truly stand out at the top, in my opinion: Johann Gutenberg and Bill Gates. The printing press spread knowledge and made books accessible to the masses; the computer, too, But over the years this last has increased our frustrations, making our lives sedentary and raising our blood pressure, to say...

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Truth imbibed, a steady stream, awaits the mind to chase the dream. We feel it settle in our bones, a whispered truth the soul has known. In time dissolved, where stillness waits, meditation guards the gates. Through silent thoughts, the echoes call, revealing what we’ve known through all...

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Night at the gates Underneath the velvet sky, where shadows softly creep, two titans stand a nocturnal sleep. The Lamborghini, a turquoise dream, reflecting moonlight, a liquid gleam. Beside it waits, a hunter’s green, the BMW, a sleek machine. Each with its allure, a silent vow of power, speed, and how. The air is thick with anticipation’s hum, as engines slumber, a muffled drum. Awaiting the...

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Blood of the Pharaohs tastes so sweet Like the milk and honey created by Eve The gaze of a swan, ultimate divinity Feeling Godly, I must admit The world is mine, I own this For nothing is real, this life of ours The men and the money, I claim the power Blessed am I, Blessed are thee Visions filled with divine intuity Flowing...

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At the gates of opportunity, she took a deep breath could have walked right in At the gates of despair she uttered a plaintive cry ...

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The Hip Jazz Cat/Tony Adamo Step up, Man, get up, let me hip you to this/ a jazz cat who weaves words and sings/ People, It’s Giacomo Gates/ He’s the master of vocalese a hipster’s delight/ A storyteller with echoes of Buckley and Mark Murphey’s wise vocal flair/ his voice dances on stages as if...

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Devoured left behind faking his death his daughter reaches for him expecting his arrival unearthed endeavors it was all a fraud fake funeral service an abomination against the holy spirit haunting watching her purgatory waiting for her dad to cross over when someone fakes their death loved ones who has passed away actually awaits the...

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The sunset is majestic, As my sister endures radiation so that her children keep Their mother. I tell you if I can unlock the gates of faith. So that all of us may know the power of God's provision, I will do it or die trying....

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I would give everything I own Give up my hat, toupee, and comb I would give everything I own Just to scratch your back again....

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