Measured Poems - Poems about Measured

...Animals and Insects My evolution story and the life of living things in the universe. The results of the experiments were increasing. Animals and insects were not bred with the intention of ea......Read the rest...

... The most seductive words of love are whispered in silence... with the look! If you are afraid to seem confused and crazy, don't love...! Love does not have parameters, measure love ......Read the rest...

... The space is smaller than what was measured by memory, the stained glass windows much less vibrant compared to what glowed brightly in the light of back then. The pews have been worn down ......Read the rest...

...Materialism We can get colors by working with one color. To open its tones by processing it as much as we can. Studying the plastic structure of matter. Processing of a thin and long substance ......Read the rest...

... Life is not measured by the breaths we take But by the breathtaking moments that life creates Those special times When life is in rhyme Breathtaking moments that cause moods to elevat......Read the rest...

...Truth, a blazing sun, burns bright and clear, Its scorching rays both banish and ensnare. It can ignite a fire, chase shadows out, But fear may flicker in the light's sharp shout. Silence, a sh......Read the rest...

...A hands-on workshop was such fun In Montreal today. We made real bagels, all from scratch In a yummy, local way. Our teacher made us feel at home (Makes sense - he lives there, too!) As, pat......Read the rest...

...Where is the secret of the rainbow? At the edge of one's own life? Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours? Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion? Some form of an ......Read the rest...

...On that July day of confusion and discord, I entered the women's psychiatric ward. A place I'd been in before, receiving a calming shot in my buttocks on the floor. I was delirious with my panic......Read the rest...

...In the heart of the night, next to the unmoved clock, She lies, with the pillow—a saline lake of pagan scents, Mourning something that was never spoken. Prisoner in the castle of shadows, where da......Read the rest...

...#9: Days of Paper Roses Do the numbers--dogs don't count--just survives! Then everything, be as close enough, still, of this and that, thoughts begin and end, thrives, truth betold......Read the rest...

...6 April 2024 6:05 AM The busy bee buzzing here and there, for hours on end collecting nectar to prepare. Pollen sticking to its body renewing the flowers it visits each day. These seem ......Read the rest...

...Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree Once upon a midnight dreary, As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie, I pondered upon my penitent past, And the regrets that will forever last......Read the rest...

...What is a dream truly if a dream Is to be seemingly pleasures of Trickles and measured by treasures All senses ALIVE is this a dream of The dream when all was a twinkle Of time on line in the......Read the rest...

...A tin rain ticks between the scrabble of pigeon claws. Time drips off a shingled edge. In moments you can land years behind as just the shrunken rolling head of a whole decade. Eyes open, you w......Read the rest...