Nourished Poems - Poems about Nourished

...In forgotten fields of green, Where laughter echoed, wild and free, I chase the ghosts of childhood's dream, And whispers of yesterday's sweet theme. Sunday morning, bright and fair, Church be......

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...There was no accident. It is an entire generation your failures have delivered to the flames. Beneath your crumpled suits, betrayals show their seams. You deconstructed without rebuilding, demoli......

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...I was lost in a place where there was no peace. Though my heart was swallowed by the universe. Birds sang a melody through the sky. The forest was nourished by all of kinds. The spirit of mother ......

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...You ask why I chose you. I thought you knew! I chose you like clean air Because you refreshed my existence I chose you like the ocean Because you regulated the climate of my spirit I chose yo......

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... The quiet hum of the screen, a pale luminescence against the drawn blinds. Hours bled into one another, marked only by the shifting glow, the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of keys. What is this unsee......

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...Evilly absurd, Bombing lives doesn’t win peace; Just wishful power:- War and peace are antonyms. You can’t make them synonyms:- War can not bring peace, Just collateral damage, And high deat......

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...I wither as I wait, but any hope I had is waning. My darling - my sunshine who once nourished my spirit with so much tenderness and care - days have become weeks since you’ve cal......

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...Flourished and nourished, hair locks resembling branches, I gaze as it dances — when blowing, he looks glowing. Twenty years had passed, but still, I last. I may have ripened, but I'm st......

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...Nature As I sit by the window So early in the morning I hear the birds chirping Having their own conversation A gentle breeze The leaves ?? swiftly move Its not hot yet Its calm and ......

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... A perfect cone, a painter's dream, a flawless symmetry, rising from the fertile plains. Smoke, a delicate plume, a whisper of the earth's deep breath, a constant reminder, of the fire th......

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...The soul dreams . . . of a day when it can be free; a day when it is no longer held captive in a murky world of dark thoughts and dark deeds. The soul yearns . . . for a time when it can forev......

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...time doesn't wait for our pleasure, nor the patience of neglect to ~ endure forever... because it knows and feels, none of this, nor how regret births tomorrow's measure! forgotten frui......

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...Take me where the ocean rolls bigger than the pain in my soul. Let me lay upon shore sand and hold its grit in my hand while the ocean claims ground again, so sure of where it belongs to be......

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... For Tom's 1984 The Fall of Big Brother In the dark soil beneath the weight of stone and silence, the meek are not mere shadows, they are tubers, reaching deep in furtive places, attracted b......

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...In the womb of night, we contemplate the dawn of the day when we shall all be free of the mind games played to put the liberty of countless generations of us on hold:- The chrysalis moments of ......

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