Lattices Poems - Poems about Lattices

... A tribute to Heidi Sands This poetess writes poems of few words, till the last line she holds the rhythmic cards, where the fluent essence of her poems unfold the tale of abandoned hearts t......

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...Ashes of humanity Scattered and lingered in hearts of purity Hallowed and spirited within the psyche of infinity Weaving with man's joy and sorrows Entwined with lattices of honey yellows Drif......

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...It was just an old ravish smile that caused me alarm, when all those years ago you first resonated within my chronic confusion. I thought you were my father back from the dead, remembering he w......

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...In his essay "Let's Be Reasonable" Rev. Todd Eklof [The Gadfly Papers] reduces reasonable to logical; This is a common left-brain dominant error, confusion between deductive premises and cold......

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...Hearken to my call, Sweetheart, beneath the stellar windowpane - the garden of the fairy child’s refrain. A white foam sea of lattices part the way, leading to the gloam of sylvan green - ......

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...WordScape Triptych #1 Coming from the Underworld as a ghost, just sauntering out of the depths like you did; With all the rest of us just watching and wondering what you were going to say; Tell......

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...Illustrated delicately across the page, Are imprints and collage of poetic verses Which flicker with the air-brushed strokes of life— That from my very essence they need to fly , Transporting me ......

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...Farther than mantles of a pewter night, Comets reel in their own immeasurable world Past earth's sky, gloaming through lattices Woven by celestial bands... a grandeur From a multiverse i......

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... Purple reign falling on fallow, divided tulip fields Lavender pain drench the shallow, paper fortified hills Crimson parched lips cling unto the violet dew kiss of a long-antic......

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...A gilt and rusted nest of steel, stone and brick and concrete, haunted by its own electric soul, awaits the tangled light of early spring. Throughout the restless night, heavy boats have cut a......

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...The cup The mauve coloured love Filled with tea or coffee Impish and flirty Richly ripply Indulgence in anarchy Fascinatingly A festival of crimson glee Agelessly A cup of happy time Smil......

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...I am The Artiste. I draws lines by cutting carcasses, among other things. I am the crazed dancer, down pouring a diaspora of red essence and entrails as I sporadically spin. I am the antago......

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...A rainy night's walk: the street lights are gleaming a dream's fluorescence in obsidian sky. Halogen wishes are far away beaming illumined teardrops that I refuse to cry. All windows ar......

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...I suppose it isn't rather nice to think of us this way, but to the squirrels and the trees, the robins and the grasses, human natures are Earth's great transitioning immigrants on this block w......

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...My spent colors still speak with my environment Gray frost seeking a golden sun however little Dulcet sounds if any come out of this interaction When words like birds come and take seat in......

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