Glories Poems - Poems about Glories

morning glories turn white faces towards the golden rays of the warm sun ...

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Way-lost as if we live in hoary past-- In epics of hist’ry poets have sung, In portraits of culture, hoisted on mast, Still, where are old glories, save on the tongue? One knows of few people, east bound or west, That live so long, linger on what had been-- Fledglings as if...

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OF BEAUTIFUL MORNING GLORIES… The ebon night has slowly waned and the peaking dawn waxes as the horizon slowly raises its eyelid releasing a sleepy orange glow. Slowly, the giant earthly eyeball begins to brightly shine morning with its eternal visioning of life and another perpendicular promise has been given to another paralleling ebony night had caused my soul to wander. This phenomenal sequential experience of over eighty...

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Our fantasy has taken us to many places But since the advent of documentries on TV We can now travel the world like never before No longer do we have to rely on our imagination Right there before our very eyes The whole world is there for us to see Visions we could only dream of Are now shown to us in...

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Beach morning glories, stumbled on foot,crushed, standing one together stronged, on the shores of Galle face green!...

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** THE GLORIES NEAR ** Here! The Glories have arrived from afar..as far as east from west. The Glories come riding mists To lead us leaping over our discontent; over waves lost from their beaches, their glimmers grayed,and moon sunken. The Glories bring our maps to The Exquisite: our longing, our desire. But, the...

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morning glories climbing the ancient wall dawn of lovely harbingers blue trumpets greeting morn HONORABLE MENTION written September 26, 2021 Kimo Contest - La7 All Poetry...

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Flowers The wonders of nature The garland for the earth The attractions for the eyes Come in various glories The sun-abiding sunflower The paper-like fragile bouganvillea The bell-like greeting morning glory The desire-burning flame of the forest The wishes - carrying petals of chrysanthemum The strong penetrating perfume of beautiful roses All showing the beauty and youth Of the nature And the blessings of God...

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As the real aura of our better angels presents That they are essential to historical events It stirs and shakes one to the core of reverence Infidel's ancient cries refrain far faint ringing Winging their will of distant darkness, way off singing Articulating it into nature's aria Gabriel spreads gloried messages with wide white wings Touching three theologies: all Abrahamic faiths - Includes...

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morning glories wake petals quenched, from the fresh dew then comes the sun's warmth...

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Morning Glories dance with ease trumpet flowers among weeds twirling petals pirouette with a dainty, shy coquette. Swirling purples blend to white pistils are a bee’s delight glory visions, how they rise from low canyons to grand skies. Flowers dance to nature’s tune crickets chirp and songbirds croon lively leaves rustle, they are fans critters spy the scene at hand. Morning Glories dance...

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O' That Our Sad And Vain Glories Wouldst Suffice O' that our sad and vain glories wouldst suffice to soothe our nightmare moods, their poisoned queries angry shadows that prowl long and empty corridors seeking joy at any precious costs Alas! Sweet promise that sets its hidden traps eager for the follies of man-made schemes steeped within weakness and failed hopes, darkness...

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Each daybreak dad awoke at the crack of dawn when the dew clung. to our manicured lawn He would check on the vines with a loving hand then water the flowers, yes he loved his land I'd wake up to the scent of coffee and old stories to the sound of...

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morning glories play sweet summer adagios listen with your heart...

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He speaks to the wind, who obeys Him Who is He that speaks to the wind? JESUS He speaks and it is so all is CREATED Who creates with just His spoken word? God Glory, glory is the story The maker of all and everything The great I AM Holy One GOD He speaks and all is well He came down in the shell of man Holy,...

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