Narrate Poems - Poems about Narrate

...Sans sixth (psychic) sense... poise zen dystopian rant This prognosticator doth predict potential based at current rate sinister debacle that will instantaneously annihilate, United States st......Read the rest...

...You don’t have to pitch a tent Nor build a house to stay When thousands of us wander desperate Without a home or place to rest, You own a house with a magic door, That opens at will ......Read the rest...

...Under the endless sky, where the wind whispers ancestral secrets, Engines spin, iron butterflies in their primal dance, The muted thunder of wheels, an echo of the earth's hearts beating in uni......Read the rest...

...You could run an eternity through shadows, Run an era in dim labyrinths, Time might hide you in its palm. But sooner or later, you will meet the Judge, Sooner or later, the Divine will fi......Read the rest...

...Sometimes In silence I question citrine stars~ what streams beneath murky waters, Is hope still flowing through rusty ripples, why do we live in an orb of sheer blindness, would the w......Read the rest...

... " Pardon me, if my soul has been p a i n t e d , with a lavender lake of solemnity, but, I'll f o r e v e r be a soulful siren, navigating midst neon s e a f o a m s , a......Read the rest...

...You who have become the moon of the new moon, Lost in realms unknown, You’re not found through searching, These eyes no longer see. Should I now call upon you, Compose verses to celebrate, How ......Read the rest...

...Where Shadows Lurk In the depth of night I wander, Through the corridors of fear, Where shadows lurk and ponder, On the mysteries of the yesteryear. From the shattered, broken windows, Gleams......Read the rest...

...Across the globe, music ascends—a universal zephyr, Bridging cultures in harmonious yearning; Chords converge from Andes to the Zangezur, xenharmonic, Dulcet tones of a duduk—in the air, they whis......Read the rest...

...The windows are closing in, and gaps are getting thin, mankind has paid the sacrifice for useless pollution on the surface of the earth and their lungs are filled with dirt. I look above the ben......Read the rest...

... Childhood can be a connotation of cacophonous tunes, where the sweetest sins hide pain behind a smile. We all have a story to tell, but not all are born to narrate. The ......Read the rest...

...These days my wife and I are in Australia for a holiday We walk down to Coogee beach every other day A signage screams, ‘racism not welcome’ ‘Who’re they addressing’ we hum Opposite is......Read the rest...

...When nylon nights trade crystal colours in the stalls of nimble butterfly wings, I blossom as an irenic origami fervently fabricated with snowflakes of greedy gloom, stealing royal v......Read the rest...

...In silence we admire the splendor of our universe, surrounded by breathtaking scenery ever so diverse. Golden Sun, pale moon and silver stars animate an artist's mind, whilst a poet creates imager......Read the rest...

...Amid the worldly chaos And earthly blues Wanes my beloved muse Like the shattered clouds My thoughts dissolve But deep inside they echo To narrate the fables piled-up which......Read the rest...