Imperial Poems - Poems about Imperial

...Chapter 1: The End of the Eastern Gilded Age 'Twas thrice yon 'ere time clichés galore, albeit, one two many times, that fairy tale's opening wouldst hitherto a harp. History, the effects of nar......Read the rest...

... I AM EVEREST, Ever So-High One that I AM with the Earth and the Sky's Ever-Soaring, I AM a Colossal at my peak Never Resting, Always Rising, Reaching for the Heavenlies Ever-Upwards above ......Read the rest...

... Written: January 06, 2024 ______________________________________ Shimmering swaths of cerulean sea ionize comely light purple-tinged sand strewn with tattered shells during......Read the rest...

...I was cursed with ink intoxicating blank canvases with toxic scribbles, releasing twisted tales of suppressed troubles. I was a forsaken ebony rose in satan's grasp, kne......Read the rest...

... In a world that looks for something more – In a package, in a store… Remember to look beyond the material, Toward the imperial… Because it happens to be true, The King of Kings......Read the rest...

... "Inside the Winter Wild" Inside the Wild, Winter races towards Time like a runnaway train it’s shadowy and dark, yet, inside Winter, the wild keeps wit......Read the rest...

...* MAGNIFICATION- I see, I feel chose up, Natural soul mine atoms mold Compulsive make up looked upon, so I see Seismic waves micro- I feel High pressures temperatures ca......Read the rest...

... She's magisterial material Though she's not on a box of cereal 'Tomorrow' she's sung Her curly locks stun Annie Oakley (Cortez) ~ imperial......Read the rest...

... Connections, how are they made? Perceptions waved in radio, station identification made, declared, paved. Frequency paired by molecules in fertile atmosphere. Staging place o......Read the rest...

...Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep Forlorn; bereft of golden (slippered) opportunities I weep; Three score and four years replete with mailer daemons, hence mindset adrip with self denou......Read the rest...

...Here I stand before hundreds of moss grown graves There is a mournful silence that extends Through the weed grown path, no traveller walks The place, some morbid warning portends Hu......Read the rest...

...' Darkness follows as shadow does not leave you.' - Poet DARK Dark is love when reciprocation doesn't run parallel. Darker is emotion if got depressed in dismal. ......Read the rest...

...This is a poem written by my mother, under her, "nom de plume", Genevieve St. Cyr. The mechanical bird covered with diamonds, sings only waltzes until the insides give way, and the sound of ......Read the rest...

...I was a successful, scientific explorer, traveling to the remote, distant lands, Bettering noble lives of many, like budding, green spring which understands. And every day held fruitful discovery......Read the rest...

...What does it feel like to know everything you prayed for actually happened? What does it feel like to know that everything you once desired has now come to past? What does it feel like to know ever......Read the rest...