Lexicon Poems - Poems about Lexicon

...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......Read More

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...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they paint sound and city pastel, never at a loss for inspiration, weather neither bar nor barrier, in ......Read More

...What I appreciate about playing musical chairs This game is less about sitting around in chairs and more about the traumatic absence of safe secure chairs And these chairs are silent as a co......Read More

... Lexicon is a little wild creature with wings. This sets the waves in motion through space. Words are carried in the air or the seas with stings. In poetry, words may bridge at a fa......Read More

...When I caught the Mexican Who’d run off with my lexicon He said are you a Texican? It seems he couldn’t read......Read More

...On a narrow street of Singalong spreads and banners hang along Wreaths of subjects and icon flourish within the alleys of lexicon. As acid waters plunge, dirt and dust lounge. Tin roof......Read More

...I. What delight is there, when the wine of youth runs out and just the dregs of life remain? When childhood flowers, and love's fire becomes truth, the lusts of adolescence touch the ......Read More

...Truthfully, and kinda depressing, I can't "manage" anger any better than fear and contagious distrust and nearly constant anxiety and chronic depression. In nonviolent communication practice......Read More

...Zealousness prevails to amass knowledge lifequest nsync toward expansive lexicon extant since yours truly kneehigh toddler inquisitive mind fired passion to steep me within inexhaustible volumino......Read More

...Take joy in all youthful discoveries lest in a moment’s loss it is undone. Mine is the joy of old affinities and, you child, its face to always gladden. That in some small measure you bec......Read More

... Friends are medicine for a wounded heart, and vitamins for a hopeful soul. -By Steve Maraboli Awe-inspiring gracious waves shine and glow, While w......Read More

... So many theories, but new heaven and new earth Is in our lexicon. Our universe has had a birth And death before, if you accept the Big Bang (But remember, science starts with a bang, nowhere to ......Read More

...The usual guide posts have become unreadable, Their stony font occluded as in an ancient riddle; Glyphs without the Greek. The road is marked one way, no returning traffic, Its off ramps mark......Read More

...Don't ever be caught off securing! The world is in a state of writhing.  Human skin is used to induce maps usage. And then hang it on the wall alike a rootage. Who are those poems......Read More