Loosed Poems - Poems about Loosed

... "...Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. [7] Then shall the dust return to the earth......

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...A child's joy was taken at gunpoint in a long, dark tunnel on a winter night~ as clouds drifted, whispering subconscious fears, stirred by music played by demons, loosed like wildfire in a room o......

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...The sun arose with reckless cheer, And burned away the last of fear— No clock could chain the golden skies, No rule could still the fireflies. Bare feet chased dreams down alleyways, As time d......

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...In halls where voices rise and fall, Let kindness be the thread through all, Not every clash must end in fire— True strength is found when hearts aspire To listen more than they defend. The el......

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...Mary collapsed with a broken heart When all around her was falling apart She lifted a prayer, a simple cry: “Lord, show me something beautiful.” To her delight, an answer flew swift On the wi......

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......Finally Gobayth came to a devastated mountainside, the trees and soil stripped away, slaves cutting out blocks of great size. They led him to a wooden hut where several gold coins were exchan......

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... “The Seance” It was macabre you see, we were all summoned, and therefore found ourselves in the front parlour of Ballylee; In our dreams we thought we were poets ......

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...Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child... courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight while he took tea and crumpets within mistress......

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... Whence sonnets are sung, full-throated and deep, and fresh bars of sweet bliss are echoing; though happily sung poems can make thee weep within thine innermost and inward being? W......

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...In a state of half a dream and half awake I await tantra trinkets shine in pieces across night skies scattered stars the litter of our synchronized wishes broken symbols of our disenchant......

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... The words that sometimes with my pen I write in hope that others - who on seeing them might echo me – instead seem like a rose which goes unseen and withers on its stem. Like homing pigeons I......

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...Scarlet Ribbons Angry bullets curse and swear Paint scarlet ribbons through your ice blonde hair Scarlet ribbons burst the skies Scarlet ribbons haunt my eyes Then time stands still as I dri......

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...Morning Fog This morning when there is much to do inside, there is fog outside my window. The fog I sought two mornings ago that caused me to dash to the car in hopes I could grab a coffee a......

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...The tongues of men are quick to rise, With words like arrows loosed at night; Yet none will pause to scan the skies, To seek the stars that lend them light. They weave their judgments, thread b......

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...They taught us young, the fine art of concealment, Threads of ideals tightly woven, hard to unbind. What is perfection? What is normal? These are the whispers we inherit, soaked in like brea......

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