Hearths Poems - Poems about Hearths

... The lifeless bullets bound as captive predator in the restive barrels of the cold guns of war, chilling cold as the brutal shadow of death, waiting camouflaged in the dark, wake up at the s......

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... While hearths glow warm with ember’s light, I dance beneath the pale moon’s gleam, Where frosted breath curls in the night, And ice-bound dreams take flight unseen. The wind, a whispe......

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...Fire the Immortal, a flickering breath, A dance of the cosmos, a whisper of death. With tongues of bright orange, it reaches and sways, Consuming the matter, in fervent displays. It fea......

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...Though all the ways our paths may roam The goal of every journeys end Where calls the heart to hearth and home Through wending weather beaten bends The welcomed warmth of hearths embrace Whose c......

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...No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a ......

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..."Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet Flitting through the pages of an old album, Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, ......

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...In whispered hushes, the year awakes, A canvas fresh, where dreams will take. January’s breath, crisp and clear, A brushstroke bold in time’s frontier. Fireworks bloom in velvet skies, Dreams ......

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...The Wyrdes were like the Fates, controlling human destinies. The Wanderer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem translation by Michael R. Burch “The one who wanders alone longs for mercy, longs for grace......

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...In Winter In winter shovels hide up chimneys, icicles cross stitch, jumpers go swimming in lagoons, ice skates go hunting for gold bars, bonfires make bed quilts and pillows, the dar......

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...WHEN RELIGION BECOMES YOUR OPIUM When religion becomes your opium you slip into icy pre-dawn to mosque then lie in fever flu at dusk as bilal calls again for you to stumble towards bec......

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...Deep within the hearths and hearts of man That fans the flame of freedom's fire Resides the yearning ever burning Atop the pillars of man's desire And when the fist of tyranny rises To......

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...Let's start ourselves a fire And I don't mean the kind That's started up with kindling I've something else in mind We'll build it up real slowly Until we're toasty warm Who cares what's going......

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...In lands where snowflakes seldom grace the ground, A winter dream in warmth and peace is found. No icy winds to pierce the soul's repose, Just gentle breezes, where the palm tree grows. The s......

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...Everything Trees They’re shade From the sunshine Shield from the rain Pulp for the paper And wood for whittling They’re body’s For climbing Arms for a swing Markers of time And fr......

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... I once thought of winter as the grave, Of all the seasons, it wouldn’t behave. Always bitter, never would it save, Grimacing and weeping, though quite brave. Musings of hearths an......

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