Imprints Poems - Poems about Imprints

A martyr poltergeist left an elegy Not much eulogizing the choice of a strategy. Its undead friends never met their ends, they cannot be The least affected by all this atrocity. A cry of help was muffled In the ruins of the rubble And the media hollers, calling it a mere scuffle What a caricature of the civil who suffer! People leave fingerprints...

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burned, blackened leaves leaving their bony outlines on grey cemented sidewalks autumn's sun binding leaf shadows seared into the comfort of cement scars of lost life leaves long decayed beyond the reach of what they no longer are legacies left behind surrendered to the rustle of footsteps that step onto an active stillness sometimes we don't see the imprints because of too much on mind sometimes we have...

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At the edge of madness, when shadows become extensions of being and not mere imprints, We glimpse the overwhelming truth and profound simplicity of life, like a crystalline mirror, Reflecting not just our faces, but also the cosmic vulnerability, And in this moment of mad grace, we feel the world dissipate into a vapor of dreams. Man, in a...

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Our Sun imprints heavy July Upon a crimson sunset. The first star I see in the west Brings with it a cobalt sigh ......

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We tramp along the fire-trail to see a water view; The sand is damp from morning rain, and imprints of our shoes Are stamping in beside the chequered tracks of cycle tyres As Brett relates the names of trees and flowers we admire. Ahead of all the others, Catherine strides for fitness’ sake, Behind her we are chatting as...

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Waves wash away imprints left on sand That we leave behind walking hand in hand Admiring our first sunset In your embrace our heartbeats met. And my broken self went on a mend. As I pull my damp tresses through the hair band You tuck away my stubborn hair strand With my fingers, I trace our names’ vignette Waves wash away imprints left...

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My memory has been getting worse. As seconds turn to years, As mole hills turn to mountains, As truths turn to theories. I had memorized her shadow, the turn of her face, I had memorized her golden curls bristled with wind, All now stilled by dirt and borrowed words. Only pictures remain, cursed in unbridled stillness. A second loss to Father Time. The first...

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The visual happenings of Ives Klein are particularly difficult to define With blue now labelled IKB &female body-brush creativity...

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In times of old, Cinderella had a fairy God mother, that gave her the tools, a horse and carriage, to meet a true love, an unexpected face to face with a prince that was captivated by her. In modern times, it could be a Southwest jet? Flown by a pilot, not a carriage driven by...

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I want to leave Imprints on People hearts. I want to know I was There for people. When they needed me. I want to know. I changed some one's life That I loved. That I loved some one Who needed to be loved. I made people smile Who needed to smile. That I changed some one's Life in so many ways. That I was there for Some one who Needed...

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I stepped in the snow Not thinking of the imprint I would leave Just as any action can do Or who may come along to see my footprint Every move made, leads to something else Whether it be impact to ourselves Or to another person I step forward when storms take over life Wind may numb the skin Just from knowledge, not ready to...

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Imprints Euphoria- Pleasure with no pain. But I guess my euphoria was drowning in pain We were running and skipping streets Dancing to our souls’ beat Our heads were clouded Our parents were waiting We were a pack of lies Making mistakes We were drinking cheap beer and inhaling cocaine We were of our minds We were just teenagers...

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in the living room was an old rocking chair, that held imprints of a lover no longer there Contest: Du-O Sponsor: Brain Strand 11/15/2020...

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Float with me, my love, amid coral pink nebulae on the astral stagecraft Surfing wavelengths ultraviolet, in close encounter of two dreamy hearts; Oh, how charming it is, to woo romance in opal aura of stardust galaxies! Glistening your happy smile, in sculptor’s blueprints upon blushed motifs Like the ephemeral musings of burning meteoroids on ruby rose tapestry Lost in...

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As ink flows on a page, the poet leaves imprints on an open mind. CONTEST:ONE-LINER SPONSOR: SILENT ONE 12/24/19...

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