Hoards Poems - Poems about Hoards

...Where harmony hoards the supposed hurt, Symphonies belie me. I rein myself in to not be curt, But noise surrounds me. Where time heals the freshly toiling, I have old, murky bloodstains Yet no ......

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...I watched every twig, every stick, carefully placed - I watched Every branch left its mark, playing its part like a symphony— melodies whispering notes of peace, while harmonies voice the dis......

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... from mulberry tree hoards of butterflies in flight cocoons deserted ......

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...I stand before it, Something that was my present in past, And is yesterday today, Something that has become a memory at last. A shade of yellow settled in my eyes, Which would now reminisce ev......

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... The human creatures dancing To the rhythms of blood and flesh Shrieks and sobs of soft babies......

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...A mother moans and bleeds as tiny perfect feet are swept downstream motherless, unseen. Plastic bag trashed with Life, Placenta, - water borne Small death-barge beached, shipwreck complete. A......

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...All work ethics and human virtues, he hoards for twenty-five years, he has never stepped on mud in him, civil service has a lord every signboard shows he’s a man of his word against financial cri......

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...Oh do they fall, These leaves in hoards: On greens, imploring, yellows Orange, browns; The winds discourse Believe in leaving flaws. A force beholding needs.......

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...devil spread half truths to followers who see the raven fly devil hide your face under the moon and as we dwell, leave us this path through hoards of history's gold watched by years ......

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...“When the pen falls silent that once danced to the muse’s command and when the poet’s heart no longer beats with rhyme, we realize that the poet in us is dead. It is a sad truth difficult to reckon.”......

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...It's one of those nights The moon hoards its light Fireflies taking stage Lighting life into our gasping breaths. Stars whispered known secrets To the cool, quiet breeze Grass beneath the she......

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...Title 1 "The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." ... by Ralph Waldo Emerson The written word bears roots abound Hail favored mist of hallowed ground Announced ......

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...Grain of sand, Why have you come home with me? Why have you left the others? Don’t you feel alone? Oh, I’m fine wherever I find myself. Grain of sand, How do you find a place for yourself a......

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...Yesterday's passing drifted shadow Added to our eclectic collected hoards A bittersweet cocktail of events and instances Confined captured and tangled cobwebbed corridors Of to the limbic labyrin......

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...Word-hoards fall from mouth-cups out along roads, out along seas: faith migrates; sayings run away; verbs escape; nouns meander as memes in other tongues. Invaders’ words intrude on empires, s......

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