Gazebos Poems - Poems about Gazebos

...Spring, the mischievous libertine, Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities, Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts, A live torch in the old auditoriums where science quivers......

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...Written: November 19, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than t......

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...Exotic lady, Night and day, The vineyards honey, Is in her hair, And in her kiss, Under the caress, Of a champagne sky, Along the shore, A lovely mermaid lady, Is combing her hair, With......

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...strong does the wind blow. against it, she walks towards me; two guitars I hold. Four parakeets Living in a little cage Singing for freedom Why do you seek us? Earthlings, you are so f......

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...Millions used to roam across Africa’s plains, But, sadly, not one Gazebo still remains, Yes, unfortunately, they are now extinct, Their fate and Man’s greed, clearly linked. Treasured for their......

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...A remote Irish valley, where mountains are stark, Boasts a castle in Glenveagh, a national park. As expected, the site is imbued with the past, But its beauty conceived with intentions to last. ......

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...My dream shines brightly with ambitious gleam, And in my heart, its vivid brilliance rivals even sunbeam. I dream to be among the ranks of landowners, To have thousands of acres and a hanseatic ......

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...i will forget you just as i have forgotten my first kiss and third grade teacher you will be forgotten and sent into the backyard of my mind and forbidden to return i will turn away from the......

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...The old man turned his head, his ear pointing towards the door. Through the mundane sounds of everyday life he heard a faint song. It wasn’t clear, barley noticeable but the music was there playing g......

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...Easter is a time where we construe The beauty of renewal blooming through Little birds that chirp above the vales While sweeter ladies peep at passing males Charming is the humour passing round Fain......

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...The house amid the spruces and pines, Had stood for several decades. Many a story was told and written, Experiences both pleasurable and difficult. There were weather worn benches, Where the......

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