Motes Poems - Poems about Motes

...TEXAS PRAIRIE PARADISE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ here, where the horizon bends. the morning sun spills its warmth. the Texas prairie stretches~ a vast unbroken beauty where g......

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...Each night I call your name— and the floorboards creak their answer, settling into the weight of waiting. Your laughter breaks the silence like warm light spilling through my chest, where my r......

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...In Gboko, where the dust motes dance and play, A town, a city, a people, some would say. What defines its spirit, a riddle, a quest, With a gait too familiar, putting all to the test. "Gboko!" ......

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...That night, when love appeared— not with thunder, but with your fingernails drumming against my kitchen table, like a child counting down to Christmas morning. You said my name wrong. *Said......

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.... No Way Out A genie in the bottle to grant my wishes— I’m drifting, looking for the red exit sign. My desire for freedom waning like the moon reflected in hues of blue on ......

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...LAO TZU ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS I Be Like Water by Lao Tzu, translation by Michael R. Burch The highest virtue resembles water because water unselfishly benefits all life, then settles, without......

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...Inspired by... All those houses that long to be homes again. For our house to become a home forever By Michelle Morris 20/08/2024 I walk through this empty house And can see it used to be......

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... Dead station of soul, static old phantom frequencies crackle n fade wraiths, tuning into the echoes of forgotten dreams, decades channels of fractured memories dust motes dancing in moonlight......

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...Empty room, echoes of your laughter, A warm photograph, a faded smile, Dust motes dancing in the fading light. A dried flower from a special occasion, Its petals brittle, memories frail. A ghost......

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... I never open that dusty box of memory, it's just another box of clutter left stored amongst other boxes of clutter in an attic with the door shut tight. There is never a time quite right to ......

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...Her laughter startles the morning air - a flock of starlings scattering from power lines into the cathedral of her collarbones. She moves through rooms unaware of how doorframes arc......

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...I seek but cannot find. You hide yourself too well. I’m always far behind in my search for where you dwell I cover up my eyes And listen for your voice. If you’d drop your disguise then my poor ......

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...Golden light shimmers, dust motes dance, reflecting in my husband's gentle heart. A still pond, calm and deep, where childhood laughter plays a part. He carries food, warm and bright, hot idli......

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...A cathedral, a petrified forest, reaching, striving for the celestial. Arches, skeletal fingers, grasping at the impossible light. Sunlight, a fractured diamond, filtered through stained glass......

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...Tis but a shattered star A crystalline tear in the fabric of reality Splintered fragments, a cascade of light. Cosmic dust motes dance in the void Whispering secrets of a universe destroyed. ......

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