Immortalised Poems - Poems about Immortalised

...A second ago. Yes just a second, she was beautiful beyond comparison. Not a wrinkle or a frown line. Succulent lips, glowing skin. Gorgeous hair cascading down her back. Even her hands we......Read the rest...

...Such is a sorrow sculpted of sunstone, Immortalised with studious refrain, Tragedy, still, in beautiful atone, Exuding light from a languish of pain. Young Venus, I be, suspended in fear, What......Read the rest...

...immortalised worn out sole, held shape and continued beyond time......Read the rest...

...a thousand tragedies paned onto the community headlines slashes the idle spirits the wound enrages them to seek out sadistic glee for the sake to title themselves as 'woken.' pitchforks an......Read the rest...

...Inspired by The Brooch By Edvard Munch This is a lithograph on black paper of Eva Mudocci, an English violinist. Eva was Munch's muse for several years but he often destroyed his paintings of her ......Read the rest...

...The falling man, one photograph captured in time An unforgettable image, imprinted on this mind He represents us all, weather we like it or not His faith did not kill him, ......Read the rest...

...Bethlehem, a star attraction, out of thee, Among the chilliads, the small, the great. A shining example - how grateful are we? How deep and wide, one stellar star of fate. In storeh......Read the rest...

...master of preparation with pen& brush latent energy sparked by God monumental marvels proportioned in genius marbled magnificence of dimensional......Read the rest...

...Padraig was a talented man stroked the harp in sack-cloth kaftan blew tin whistles sweetly sang harmony completely now immortalised on a Guinness can 24th February 2021......Read the rest...

...in the dust of butterfly wings short stories of immortalised era, a type cast 'pigeion holed'. a history as well as an ......Read the rest...

...Edmund Clerihew Bentley wrote poetry everso gently. His greatest claim to fame immortalised his mother's maiden name......Read the rest...

...The Oldham bloke passed me as I walked down the road Passing me on the footpath He was small with a slight limp Wearing blue jeans and a black jacket He uttered a comment: You are a bastard I r......Read the rest...

...POETRY - MY LETHAL WEAPON Poetry can be a lethal weapon especially if it goes to print With all of the words immortalised forever, in indelible ink I can pass away, but darn those words will......Read the rest...

...To the heroine of harrow: I offered hard labour, ploughing my soul in an inch, Now, days go by in my Trelleborg without feeling a pinch, Spotlights, random hot rods, my own stigma as the mark of ......Read the rest...

...mene tekel peres - calligraphic prescience. global village voice - a dialect of babel the poetry slam - pen viva voce inherent bloodline - curdle into nepotism Atlanta's Oliver Hardy so pr......Read the rest...