Gnarled Poems - Poems about Gnarled

peace is playing hide and seek once again a flash of God sheen just beyond the bend black constellation of battle hymns twisted into death rattle gnarled souls are the toll we pay for sin...

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The uniqueness of trees and their gnarled vines that show their true beauty...

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Through shadowed trails beneath the moon’s cold stare. Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear. This feathered prize found peace in my gut No slumber dreamt; no answer could I get. Eurasian owl with orbs of liquid flame My every stride a prideful, haunting...

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Twisted yarns in warped interlace Like love that's caught in cold embrace Old bright spark refuses to flow Like a kiss wrapped in flakes of snow For, one wants care and one wants fame So sad, their paths can't be the same Two yarns bound tight but just can't rhyme Like love enslaved by space...

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the floor smashes into her wrist twisting the limb she didn't see the floor, wet aged 100 her mobility is stress heavy like being priced out of a home her fall of unexpected angles with balance of nature, near gone sometimes a mis-fire between mind and body her living in strange places, sometimes a drift of confusion poking out from my mother's cast purple fingers swollen Cuban...

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It was a pristine town, Recalcitrant to taking off her ancient gown, The houses brought back memories, The ones got from ancient stories. The town was bordered by trees, It was also flanked by hills, The trees were old, rough, and twisted, I had some of their names listed. I met an old sage, He...

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"Darkness may hide the trees and flowers from the eyes, but it cannot hide love from the soul." Rumi gnarled, giant twisted roots connect the family tree.... so much dysfunction removed, rescued child gnarled roots dangle hanging on.... before love showed way an empty effect deep within the soul that last.... until dawn cracked a longing for love which appears at first light one day.... Holy Spirit...

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Gnarled tree rooted firm, fallen bark, abundant earthen ground cradles. Horned larks and thrushes beat their wings, wavering within sun's gold rays. Lace shade dance a hush call, seep by a calm sigh and the incessant babbling of an adjoining brook. Delicious breeze, reviving kiss, entice utter lull in veiled dream. A world, a marriage joined as one, desire of only pleasant warmth. A muse of...

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gnarled hands ignited, with the maelstrom of belief. knotty knees do bend. unseen, the heavens opened up, did look beyond the darkness of earth, to see a pin drop. ancient one, in the gnarled woods, God is drawn to you. the straw in haystack - most dwellers go through back doors, but she’s kneels in church - with bent frame, eyes shut, a prayer shawl around shoulders, cold, yet...

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"People will forget what you said, forget what you did, but will never forget how you made them feel." ...

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In a forest grove, where shadows dance, Stands a gnarled tree, a symbol of chance. Its twisted branches reach towards the sky, A source of inspiration, none can deny. Through countless seasons, it stood the test, Weathering storms, it never lost its zest. With roots deep and strong, firmly it clings, Teaching us lessons that inspiration brings. From its gnarled form, stories unfold, Whispering...

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Life is very difficult. One of the most ancient of religious ideas that emerges everywhere, I would say, is that life is essentially suffering. - Jordan Peterson Lonely like graying walls, timeworn Facing the past with a shy gasp, Subtle shadows, inklings forlorn Stealing each feeling in its grasp Gnarled hands serve the abandoned soul Lonely like graying walls, timeworn Darkness reflects...

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Oh, worn and twisted, gnarled old tree- such lovely art in you, I see. Your huge limbs curve and intertwine in rhythmic motion by design. Your crooked, tortured, ragged stance presents a vision to enhance this sculptured beauty you amassed by feat of nature, unsurpassed. Rough-hewn, contorted, ragged, bent- you stir an art of motion sent to eyes that can appreciate such balance from a tangled...

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The gnarled hands of woodworkers know the pain a grip that's crippled from years of constant work to grasp or carry a momentous strain this problem is a continuous irk Nothing can be done but take it in stride it's a pain from a lifetime that's chosen there's no complaint, no regrets, only pride though at times, all the fingers are frozen They...

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Grandmother rocks in rocking chair Her careworn hands at rest in lap Blue eyes bright she seems aware Overcome with sleep taking a nap. Beautiful embroidery lies neglected Gnarled fingers, painful, no longer agile Rainbow silk colours forgotten not selected Advancing years have made her fragile. Ancient love keeps grandmother company On lap faithful companion does gently purr Calico cat the colour of amber honey Rocking...

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