Hieroglyphics Poems - Poems about Hieroglyphics

The said hieroglyphics drove into the night, Racked up its mystery, then parted and swiped, Bellowed at suspicion and candid eye sight, To foster fomented a reasoned parallax, piped. Left to right, oppositely for contrite poise, Firm doors open keen, quick ready pens, Horizontal alignment - or vertical repose noise, A quiet supposition leaks to radiate slight dens. Nowhere are the changers...

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Serpents in Egypt engraved images for each being Unveiling the lack of discursive reasoning in the heavens Not manmade patterns to represent sounds and reasonings...

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Called to journey Through the passageway of my heart I close the door and turn Exposing myself in full surrender Fuzzy whiteness vibrates around me A fleecy cocoon tickles my limbs I feel your fingertips calling out to me Royal turquoise butterflies appear Leading the way onward Dissolving light waves reveal Frolicking foam caressing sandy shores Transparent bubbles look up at me From in between my...

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child’s hieroglyphics... parchment paper and pencil — decipher the code 8/1/2018...

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hieroglyphics depictions of the supposedly good old days when all was well within the land of falsehood of a land that never truly ever existed...

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Fanciful musings written in challenged braille scribbles midst reveries' graffito on stone-cold deafening walls, like Greek hieroglyphics for the poetically deranged awaiting symmetry's reflectively critiqued paroxysms...

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Walking along the Tiber's River walls, one discovers hieroglyphics depicting images of Romans engaging in battles; they seem mythical warriors so appealing. As legend goes, Romulus became the first roman king, he founded Rome once an insignificant rural village; in the shortest time, it grew into a powerful city that ruled the ancient world with intimidation and atrocity. Each hieroglyphic tells a story...

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On hieroglyphics and holograms, Ancient runes in endless sands, We're journeying in a timeless sands, Travellers in a great Southern land, A distance past, times long gone, Through the future we'll wander on, To the world there is a helping hand, We all come from migrants in our land, A multicultural heritage, that's grand, As Mum used to say, "Are you Irish or mad?" A...

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'THE WRITING ON THE WALL' god hath numbered thy kingdom and brought it to an end... porta-potties scattered around high rises placed like sacred pillars. a stonehenge edifice of heroin diaries and delicate scratched cuneiform figures scrollings of huge *****es...

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