Mansion Poems - Poems about Mansion

Thoughts are Swirling, Wind is whirring, Birds chirping, Swarming. The clouds are forming,. I'm brainstorming, There's a storm warning. Lightning and Thunder, Come to uncover, Another wonder. New concepts to ponder. As I wander, Through Possibilities, Lying dormant within me. Light flashing excitedly, Waiting for me to see, The Energies before me. Thunder rumbles the Ground, Crashing sounds, Toss my thoughts around. Existence and Reality, How did I come to be, Is something molding me? Holding A Key, I...

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The old dilapidated mansion in the woods sometimes it beckoned me in lonely hours. I love to visit it in a fine weather sit on the stairs of its portico and ponder how it liked in its heydays long past. I might not be allowed then to visit its premises....

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A time will come when skilled hands, once a master's tool, Will lay still, their craftsmanship, a forgotten rule. Eyes that shone like stars, bright with knowledge and might, Will dim, like embers, losing their radiant light. Degrees, once proudly worn, like badges of honor bright, Will gather dust, their value, lost in endless night. The scent of odza room, that...

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Come inside, my child. I see it's been rough outside lately. But I have a place of refuge, And it's here, but only if you choose. Will you come inside? Will you surrender and confide? Away from the cacophonous sounds, Do come inside, where peace and clarity abound. Inside, away from winter's cold, Come in, my child; I have warmth for your soul. Come inside...

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The door doesn't shut The windows don't open, But, give it some time Some wishin' and hopin' Creaking floorboards And the coldest drafts, Occupy these rooms With echoes of laughs Only a house rundown Is what the eye sees, Yet, the deadest place Is alive with memories The lady in the cellar The man in the attic, Shrieking and calling And stomping erratic Below a leaky roof My...

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home had expansion would find it to be fashion became big mansion had ridden a horse on property with golf course poor game with remorse shot well below par had few drink at a bar after wrecked my car ...

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In dust-laden silence, past the reach of day, The mansion's library whispered of forgotten tales, Its heartbeat echoed in the books arrayed. Time's soft touch graced each spine and page, Among them, Dickens stood with solemn grace, Austen's wit lingered, untouched by age. Balzac's illusions, faded, not effaced, Eliot's Floss, its flow stilled in place, Whitman’s grass, in tranquil state embraced. Whitaker's knowledge, a...

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Only the two big houses were in the broad Street, My mansion was at the dead end street meet , ...

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Written: September 23, 2023 ___________________________________________________________ In the denizens of the grey-haired. Suppleness lingers, yet love is not shared Around a suitable quantum of melodrama A tangle of tales, deriving roads to nirvana Their quest looks to boost their path of life. As the action is close up, the picture is strife. Gambling on the outcome of one's own sake. If nothing less than...

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There is an old hag that guards the way, she’s a witch, I think. This was told to me by a child with large eyes and cheeks so pink I wanted to climb up those stairs to the haunted mansion anyway. So, I ignored her warnings at the end of this Halloween day. The black cat I met at...

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Written: August 28, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ In the low yellow glow of the moon above, rests in the quiet, draped in a peaceful love. A lamplit house, its windows softly aglow, Whispers secrets only the night will show. Over the velvety gloom, the moon casts a soft view. Illuminating the world with a soft, golden hue And in this ethereal glow, a tranquil scene, Where...

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Virtue Is More Than Mansion And Great Wealth If ones honor and word is not intact What the hell ever else truly remains Whenever ones word is considered fact There exists no deep doubts no wicked stains. Virtue is more than mansion and great wealth It is the light, the truth, the commandment So goes the truth, medicine for one health When rights...

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I see it’s raining in your heart And your blue skies are full of shadows You keep reflecting on the past On days you can’t get back But let Me tell you what I know He’s happy in his new mansion It sits on acres of greener grass There’s one tree for every mem’ry And a blade for...

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Keeps trying to pull herself together: Objects scatters and tries to them gather; Hard to swallow his withdrawal from her world. Clean-shaven head she’d cajoled for being bald She should never forget the month of May, When God in her life allowed Death a say. Julius had promised her everything: “All my envious feuding brothers Nothing” Their world and lot shall, again, turn...

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chances diagnostic royal blue purple castles and mansions belong to the Elohim Abba Father Righteous are the fallen those who have callen on the Savior diagnostic Philla-gnostic Former saints of non believers Those who lay down with the deceivers Repented Christians and Sinners Now awaiting transportation chances diagnostic royal blue purple castles and mansions belong to the Elohim Abba Father belonging to the Elohim all in one 3 in 1 Abba Father Hallelujah 3/10/23 Written words...

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