Homage Poems - Poems about Homage

If you have them for me If they are in you to give Then give them to me... If I've been good Or, at least you thought I was good Give them... I receive them humbly and wholeheartedly Don't hold 'em For if you do, I will miss their beauty Their freshness will wane and soon they will wilt and fade away So give them... Freely_ I'd...

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The ship came like a flying horse, at an inexact time Our brother-sailor, from the Pantheon of Poets, was on board Jean Pierre Basilic Dantor Frankétienne D’argent Who wrote, in haste, the last act Happened to be miraculously on the port He got on and left without speaking, without money Without his masterpieces, without a little house That’s life, we leave at...

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I'm the dead-eyed stare, tied up in stories of self I can't feel. Lighter than air, the breeze stole the blue from my eyes, tangled me in who I wish I was. Every scale lies flat - I can't move forward, suspended, caught in perfect form. Ideals shimmer just...

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Homage To The Leaf Miracle Man 10/28/2024 From buds they sprout in early spring, providing the tree with its summer wear. They shade the songbirds as they sing, and provide an escape from summers glare. Powered by sunlight photosynthesis occurs, they’re living food workshops for the tree. Each coming spring this phenomenon recurs, they provide a shade for drinking iced tea. From naked branches leaves sprout...

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An abandoned cottage holds remnants of secrets unexplored. ...

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Abort! This collapsed coping mechanism has left me alamort I was just a shameful conjugal visit And a muse for playing with fire You never questioned me and that's how I know you’re not innocent You're a walk on a frozen pond; Irritated on the surface but internally pernicious I'm an autotelic where my adulation is the dripping ink...

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Alice found herself in the icy grip of a desolate cell, her countenance devoid of emotion, her gaze lost in the abyss. As she hummed a haunting melody, fragments of her past began to surface, blurring the line between reality and nightmare. Her screams echoed off the cold stone walls as sanity crumbled under the...

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It had strung its masterpiece across my path and barred my way not by force or by means I couldn't break, but by a fragile, spectral thread secured to a part of me it somehow knew would not destroy the beauty of its art, but would pause in reverence to view, say a prayer, then turn back to let it...

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if I could but reach a little bit further, the Baltic winds, the Irish Sea, not even the Atlantic could my need for misgivings divide what a trespass to be whole! let no thing restore my soul not swells of madness, nor gladness proliferating in form...

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In life’s rich, cascading waterfalls , they bathe! Sun glistening on their tanned glorious skin. If a rainshower,later, suddenly, their picnic ends, They simply, smile, and rush to find a cozy inn! They do not seek darkish thoughts.morose. Neither write poetry, wherein life is all a joke. Principled, people, in fine, feathered.prose. Respectful,never profane ..maidens and blokes. Unafraid women and men of...

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framed feelings one, two, three recognise me sensuality love emblazoned unmasking trembling seen...

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Drop a rock into a still pond, and the ripples echo. A large enough rock, and a pond sized tsunami, waves echoing beyond the edges. Every step I take creates ripples. Sometimes, a tsunami. After all, I'm not screaming in outer space. And the trillions of steps before mine that gave me the ground I walk on, need to be acknowledged by the care I...

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Oh sweet nothing, I really miss you Just putting one foot on the table, or two If I could just sink in to this sofa and stew Oh sweet nothing, I do so miss you What if you could see me now? Running in circles like a professional greyhound You’d not know me, life’s so loud Oh sweet nothing, if you could...

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A day That I’ll always remember A very somber DAY A very sad day A day to ponder A day to wonder A day Not like any other day A very unusual day A day to pray A day to say A day of madness A day of sadness Oh! my God A very crazy day A day to respect the Lord A day of hell A day to hail The Almighty With respect...

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From afar a sound of "Blues" so tender Like Satchmo strumming his trumpet His loud voice calling us together Makes me in verses break into yesterday Oh Louis...raise your voice to everyone Make the trumpet's call sound loud Chase away the fears of the crowd And those outside who think they're alone Oh Louis... now release the husky voice Nice and slow, neither hot...

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