Lacework Poems - Poems about Lacework

...In the realm of night within my mind, where moonlight drips like wax, I lose myself among old memories, shrouded in mist, dancing at the edge of an abyss, do not come too close to me, for my heart......

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...My mind wanders into an idyllic realm Pristine rosebuds are waiting for sunshine Within the zen of a dawning magenta meadow In the midst of our stressful, cheerful lives At the moon's......

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...A stroll down Paris city's wet streets. So, romantic as the Eiffel Tower comes to view. Vendors line up selling their wares out of carts. Some shouting, "one euro, one euro only. The aroma and ......

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...My soul is torn in two, in this tangled web of chaos, trapped in this tomb's spiders lacework in anguish and despair. Dare I run, hide in shadowed alleys? If, ......

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...She marks another birthday by planting a flowering annual in a pot, a forget-me-not for her forgetful mind. Nowadays she primes herself using visuals to clarify memories. If at dawn, a pale mo......

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...Our boat is first to slice The green snake skin of Clam Lake This Saturday morning in May Heading east to the mouth of Grass River Where angry Pike still hunt from shallows Before the Milfoil ......

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...Gracious old stone homes, lofty rooms full of nooks and crannies Snoe-white linen and antimacassars embroidered by our grannies Cool wide verandahs, wrought-iron lacework draped with wisteria Old ......

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...Tiny misshapen meringues, puffs of cloud, float Like lacework across the green and brown land Far beneath. In the distance, they are a little Bigger, yet still not the towering fortresses of hom......

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...FOREST LOVE As a melody felt in its first notes, I caught the perfume of her soul pouring Through the lacework of snow-covered branches. The beats of my heart played a measure Amon......

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...At first the mind empty of words, Filled with a silence never heard. An idea thickens and takes shape, An echo through eternity will make. From an alphabet soup of the mind, Into fair words of a......

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...I see three doors before me. The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue with ornate lacework in its center. Parisian-esque, it looks likes an entrance to adventure and inspir......

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... Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind. Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have Candy Tufts from gardens of long gone, enchanting. And mother......

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...Eyes The neuronal lacework of my brain, house of the many mansions of my mind, is home to the ghosts of things past; secretive phantoms who live in the dark spaces, and hide when I look wi......

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...Wherever the moonlight touches Meadow or oft tread dale Little, grey rabbits and birds Each morning tell the tale Of how, during the long night The land took on a softer shade, And ......

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... In this tangled web of chaos, trying to untangle my being of this spider's lacework; if my soul will just assent to a haven of order. 11/2/2014......

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