Gates Poems - Poems about Gates

"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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. I mentioned to your femsiblet 'bout the portcullises (your castle'z gates) yourn invite uv the likes uv ...

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It is ironic that those who guard the gates of poetry rarely, if ever, manage to enter into it themselves. I came in through a secret back door, a door hidden from the eyes of the world, where the waves of the sea whisper the secrets of time, and each ripple of the water tells...

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I miss cooking. It was just canned soup, but it was ok. I don’t cry. It could be the meds. Or the cracks in the walls. The showers. Are cold at first, but we learn to wait. We have crossword puzzles to scribble on. My mom calls me everyday. I beg her to go home, but I’m weakening. She picks me up on a Friday. Lumpy...

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Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian Photographer Pearly Gates In life, I never take anything for granted. Everything is free, but nothing is guaranteed—except for the certainty of tomorrow when we all must face our final moments. Will God or Jesus take you by the hand and lead...

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