Milepost Poems - Poems about Milepost

... At the frail fringe of the twilight zone the dwindling day flushes depleted the halcyon horizon with the last shower of cinnabar sequins, the sunset splendor tran......

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... In the misty milepost of the penultimate pathway, at the faded fringe of the future obscure, the waning tune of vibrant chromatic strings of the setting sun in the twilight zone, reverbe......

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... At the fringe of the twilight zone the dwindling day flushes halcyon horizon with cinnabar sequins, the sunset splendor spins celestial strands in the formless film of cadenced cloud,......

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... The nebulous night lifts the onyx veil up the crimson crown of the sky, for the dawn to drizzle golden sequins on the halcyon horizon, paint purple the mauve meadow for the dreaming dew d......

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... In the misty milepost of the penultimate pathway, at the faint fringe of future obscure, the twilight tune reverberates the requiem for the forlorn tree, silhouetted tranquil against su......

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...The dead never get to say goodbye, as they charge across the line Finality left to those who live, still victimized by time The dead never get to say hello, a bust that’s now recast Their sac......

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...A final remembrance, stuck in the ground an unspoken milepost, lost to be found Standing defiant, with time as the judge a marker abandoned —memory begrudged (Dreamsleep: January, 2020)......

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...It was their 50th wedding anniversary A truly memorable milepost when, near the end of the evening, the husband stood up to deliver a toast… I was recently asked when was the first time I fell ......

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... Kite Less String Written: by Tom Wright 1/15/2014 Days of youthfulness are as flowing nectar, And a clock’s alteration indeed methodical; With twain of days come its own spectre, No......

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...SHE'S NEVER COMING HOME On a two lane Nevada back road The morning painting up the dawn She met up with Eternity And he bribed her gypsy soul She wouldn't leave a road untr......

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...Tis just a number to the adults in my life One they remember from a past long ago Yet, somehow they forget the accompanying strife And forget those things that I am yet to know A drivers’ license, t......

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...Its written somewhere that old(er) folks should not run But I saw lots of people doing it, I thought it must be fun... Had to have a new outfit, the kind cute runners wear And running shoes, tho......

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... To the Immortal Death matters not. Whether from this life, or countless others. Merely the window which must be passed on the road to freedom. Another milepost in the parade of timelessness;......

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