Inscrutable Poems - Poems about Inscrutable

Beneath the inscrutable sky, blinded by divided eternities, We are islands of yearning, adrift in fate, Each bearing a mysterious longing, a desert within the chest, And with every heartbeat, my sorrow robustly grows. Fate, the ancient dramatist who in astral maps has decreed That we be star-crossed lovers, struck by the curse of the falling star. Painfully sweet is our...

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The wise old owl doesn't give a hoot about the little mouse he's all concentration on dinner calling....

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Upright and Not Inscrutable By Franklin Price 9/20/2015 Upright and not inscrutable Always Constitutional Never running for an office just for me Looking out for my constituents In your best interests are my intents However else would you think that I could be Always standing for you here I am For you my finger's in the dam Making sure that it will never ever burst Certifying that...

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I am a child in heart, Not understanding why we cannot say these things; Let free this sigh of gracious hope, across forever skies. It is only in heart that I know my God does let me love, as I can, and I will. No matter course, or action, or outcome; I do not grieve this forsaken spot, where even angels fear to go Sept. 1 2014...

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The lady doth protest too much, methinks. (She with face inscrutable as the Sphinx.) Although she was nay forthright, Shakespeare wast somewhat polite, But saw through her nefarious high...

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The no message- message A space without a frame No sound or a syllable leaving behind a name Inscrutable silence Wrong number didn't dare? Nothing in particular Though someone had been there... For they tried more than once, To see if I was home, I was of course, they knew it By not answering the phone... Perhaps it was destiny I left hanging on the line, 'Why didn't you...

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'Twas a timeless and starless era of dense obscurity. But there! a self-perpetuating luminary--the deity: Being of old, the first around. No one knows his age... those numbers abound. His name subdivides into many. He can be called by any. This entity subsisted when nothingness was. Those infallible feet trod elsewhere made not of mass. Thunderous lighting flashes he emitted amongst the black...

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A cherub child, Akin to a flower bud, Is born crippled, An inscrutable prank of God!...

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