Laureate Poems - Poems about Laureate

Poet that I am, I live on dreams and breezes... I love to live in peace and in a state of happiness... But ambiguous as I am, I am happy and sad... I harbor dissatisfaction and anxiety... I seek total bliss, the kind that can never be found... But that does not shake me, because I am an ethereal creature, I live on dreams and chimeras... Never giving...

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I remember sitting among the poets in this place of arts Where curved brushes painted blushes of artists open hearts Our art could be confined to paper, but really it was meant to fly Like a caged bird beats its wings, these words seek the sky Only on the lips of faith, they leaped from the pages And danced around...

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In words that dance, a poet's grace, A laureate's soul finds its embrace. With verses vivid, tales unfurled, They paint emotions, a world advanced. Their quill, a wand of rhythmic might, Crafts symphonies in darkest night. From heart to ink, the journey's grand, They wield a pen as magic wand. They capture dreams in vivid hue, Reflecting life in every view. With language as their...

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1 fine day an erstwhile aspiring dotting poet laureate Overcome by inner torment and habitual thought This ditty came to wrote When 1 finds the sun behind sadly no longer way out in front Ever so steadily warming one's back and dirty neck And so too the torrent of regret that makes 1 fret the splinter creaking wooden board's under foot Beware and very mindful...

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Newest thoughts brew in mind Awesome write-ups to unwind Novelist on the journey winsome Dashing writing just wowsome Highest rank of Poet Laureate Ingenious bent in toto great Nano skills and macro talent Inspiring poetics with couplet Magnificently carving a niche great Ardent follower of rules straight Gracious with the tone amazing Enormous charm creates the writing Superb in the glot of Queen’s English Her Highness even enjoys...

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Oars and jars in place, sails ready to blossom, map drawn as a moon. Chinese character, rhythm of life, painted on the hull. It is strange that I see. On every mornings breeze. That there’s always a doorway. To you. It is strange every time. It is always on the line. And the door. It is open. For you. Come morning, Come...

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A-nother L-aureate L-ady I-n A-mazing H-appiness G-ladly E-njoys M-arvelous L-ine A-bout M-agnificent B-eauty I-mparting N-atal C-elebration I-n O-ccasion Topic: Birthday of Alliah Gem O. Lambinicio (October 26) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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"Laureate" Laureate speak now lofty phantom to my mind guide my hand I write I write I write receptor of communication things that are not mortal Luminiferous aether sublime not normal writ medium calculating in the script In that other time there you hold me in your mind spiritus mundi consort I with you metaphoric in another world I am in between existing in this Other time your messages received Ectoplasm Seraph...

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Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, world to world, Bouncing from dimension to dimension, Stranded in the space that is nowhere, Unsure if this is wake or sleep, Unsure which option is reality, Rapid fire stillness, The love child of sanity and insanity....

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I loved you the best I could, Your scars were so deep and so old, I could not see them and you could remember, I love you, This time love was not enough....

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Through doors and windows, Further and further inward, Pushing limits until inward becomes outward, And miracles unfold into reality....

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In the music of life there will be sound and rest, In every day there will be work and rest, The contrast is important, Finding the balance is the test....

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An apple bitten, Exiled from the garden of love, Innocently wise....

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From Africa to America spanning the world, quite possibly My DNA struggled to survive to make me, My existence is a testament to survival fitness, My life is to nurture the future and bear witness, the past, My name is the name to property they gave, My heritage my lineage is that of a slave, Yes, slave, property, harsh words to...

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It's true that I was in town When the trumpet sound And soldiers came down Spilling like ants on the ground: Heralding the royal feast! The Gods have had their seats To celebrate the poet from the east Whose lyrical prowess beats The best they've ever heard. It is heavenly inspired: The lines of this bard, His hands neither slack nor feel tired. Here, the bard comes Clothed...

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