Inscriptions Poems - Poems about Inscriptions

...Long 'ere legends encountered finesse amidst flairs of passionate cravings, thereupon, be a period wherein an episode occasioned an opportunity that will be reserved forever. An outbrea......Read the rest...

... "You have left my side but, you will never leave my heart." Quote _Unknown I found a pet cemetery while explori......Read the rest...

...You always loved reading I was never one for it You lent me one of your books It still remains in my possession You were my favourite book, you opened up to me so easily Your cove......Read the rest...

... I walk the cemetery all alone with me, loving each ancient, gnarled, beautiful perfect tree. The grief in this graveyard hangs like a green curtain, the grass- and filigree lea......Read the rest...

...The past is made of ashes stoked by the warm fires from what was once the present. They lay before me in the fireplace—heaped together, delicate and formless—with a bittersweet taste, soft color, and......Read the rest...

...They all kneel down on the temple floor praying to Allah for more; thousands of them dressed in long gown beating on the ground and their long beard soaked with sweat dripping on the mat while they t......Read the rest...

...In an old pile, in a drawer, a letter I found, In dust it lay, lost, a whisper profound. Faded ink, words weathered, but thoughts ever molded, Emotions and feelings, in time's hold enfolded. A ......Read the rest...

...The rain came pouring down sending water throughout the troubled town, the negative energy is still lingering around and the sorcerer are running up and down the street disrupting the people’s heartb......Read the rest...

...Scars, like lace etchings, a pattern Rippling indentations against porcelain skin, What is that? I ask her, never quite So humble as my heart when she pulls her arm Away, like a secret not ready ......Read the rest...

...It's being with you, and thinking of no one else. It's looking at each other in eyes, and getting lost in each other's thoughts. It's holding hands and strolling on the beach, and not even n......Read the rest...

...Red moon rising, angels singing Sacred inscriptions echoing Blood shade on a moonlit face Makes one cling on Divine grace A wishful thinking in the air Brought a light so bright and fair ......Read the rest...

... The gate to the old cemetery is rusty and old, though once upon a time is was elegant and gilded; ornate with filigree tracery ornamentation, now, it is decaying, fragile, yet still......Read the rest...

...Again these men comes to mind, Paid to say yes and nay, Lame duck, Canker, ***** rapscallion minds Incorrigible, Political impostors detached from the humdrum of street cries Maggots in honor......Read the rest...

...And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said: Speak to us of children And he said: Oh multitudes of children Sensually sensitive (1) O piece of my liver - my dewy hair, My day - m......Read the rest...

...The Southern Cross’ trajectory across the night sky marks the hours that come to pass. Her prone figure no longer an hourglass; by the silvery light of Phoebe’s* gloss. I cling to the edge of the......Read the rest...