Gulfs Poems - Poems about Gulfs

...When I have to open my eyes, stop own To remember what the dream is,at sour Gigantic hot gulfs in heart blown Where ebbed fathomless sea, feels sore. The memories going on my mind, That are fr......

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...A bright, sunny day, From a summit, I gaze below, The clock strikes midday, What a dazzling sight to behold! The wind sharp and free, Blows from miles away, Rustling leaves in a lively spree,......

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... Dear me, I breathe you in the pulse of erased promises ~ I'm a shadow in your space and not any voice which can be heard above restless mists, so, when the crystals of change mo......

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...You can think, You have time to think, But you wouldn’t blink When there’s a beautiful thing Because Beauty will run Back as soon as it comes, For you to be safe, uncursed It will fade in t......

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... This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my fairy-......

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... The moon beams chase the darkness away As a starry night pin points its the way For the Southern Cross rules the southern land No clouds to crowd as the darkness expands Gulf waters reflect t......

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... O souls of the Island, I have silently heard through tropical torrents and surpassed a million miles of the milky seas, away from mint-marine silhouettes of my utopian wond......

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... I'm an enlightened equinox, strolling in faded universe, dreaming poetry in susurrus serenades of rustling ruby-leaves which whisper cool beamish hues to my autumnal- quartz hear......

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...What Is It Part VI In dementia we only the past lies clear. What was is reachable; what is, is ghostly. We see the universe the same way, Its great shimmering cloud spreads so far over space an......

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...What Is It, Part II The mind, a cloud of neurons Packed snug within the deep grooves of the skull Tiny worlds reaching out to all their neighbors Across great gulfs of the brain Communicates ......

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...Pureness, peace, compassion, bliss, Power, and Wisdom, That links my reason-spirit body-soul system; Tells me that my physique is a temple of God, Though my day-to-day existence is flighty odd...!......

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...What do I know about maternity? The Heavily Pregnant’ Fraternity… First, labor cries a continuity, Next, shouts of victory an eternity: Lord God’s words had never returned empty, Mothers wit......

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...And now - imagine the sun rising over the gulfs broad reach where waters run the long length of sandy beaches and the cry of a gull piercing the bright air, sounding a morning as if to plum......

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...My friend Solidity and I grew up together, and I have always admired his abilities.......

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...It appears that September is all wrapped up, tied tight, and intertwined throughout my blood. I say this because inspiration for September has never been so fluid, so gushing, and invigorating. ......

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