Intone Poems - Poems about Intone

...I do not have the time to write a tome I’ve just too much to do right here at home I dread the thing that calls with vapid tone That distant idle chirping of my phone And yet I must abide and s......

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...Ask me not to sing of happiness, love, and pretty things of freedom, justice, equality, of wealth, even of friends’ loyalty. Doubt me not. Like you I have desired these, too, but their......

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...In the quiet moments, I sit and trace The lines of time etched on a familiar face, Once unburdened, with dreams like the sky, Now shadows of worries are creeping nearby. Days roll like rivers......

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... “birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One Birds are blessed apparently They visit sublime landscapes Enjoy nature with gusto They intone without interval Bother not for any......

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... The frolic boughs of trees tremble, butterfly-latticed leaves flutter in the trail of summer squall, where the feisty forest plays with foliage. Don’t make your mind a sprawling forest of......

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... The docile ducks toddle out in the sunny morn, being in the winding file they are never forlorn. In fluffy random rows the downy ducklings trail, their frisky frolics aren’t ever listless a......

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...Birthday feelings Another year is back no longer can leapfrog this day Where my body squeals on me from time to time Melanin, flawless, caramel skin transparent for you to view my friends, Face ......

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...October 7th, 2023 upon third anniversary of mine papa's passing... Death no longer jars, nixes, and rattles mine sense and sensibilities without pride nor prejudice no matter (even with margin......

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...There was a sickly tree In a barren clearing In a burning country On a mourning day. A wild crown of branches Haloed by concentric rings; A rising wave of spires and spindles lash......

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...This is way the flesh ends not in burning or dust Not in a whimper but a scream As you see I am an Artiste and such, Not in paint but flesh and blood, bone Hearing the voices talk, words of wr......

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...A Japanese stone garden brass wind chimes, little birds feeding, fountain tinkling - the whole works. I sit, empty my mind, intone a low pitched Buddhist hymn which scares the birds away. ......

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...When you say, 'I've been there' I know better You never listened you didn't hear As you intone, 'I feel your pain' I bite my tongue You can't hurt in your mind when you......

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...There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his crap. I try and think to dream past my own tragedy. I ......

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...winter serenade winter serenade frozen crystal melodies ~ red cardinal chants leafless boughs sing out arias of roaring storms ~ snowdrops harmonize blasts of icy frost chanting ......

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...An old man awaits The promise of a new day Slow fading away Failing memories embrace Cold embers of distant flames Warming ......

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