Oaken Poems - Poems about Oaken

...There I stood where the smell of ancient oaken trees ran cleanly clear through the time honored wood only to be hung there lithely clinging unto the very breath we could not do anything but hold… as ......

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... I passed the elm at eventide, Its arms were bare, its breath was wide, And there beneath the twilight sky I thought I saw a woman roam. Her gown was thin as woven mist, A memory the dark ha......

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...Santa Claus, we’ve been out of touch and I don’t ask for very much but I have needs, and I’m in Dutch I want to see the light of day oh, and can you give me a sleigh and a way to forget yest......

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... "A silenced tongue weighs heavy against the soul," quote by poet. I sit amongst a single light, light illuminating a hand-built oaken desk, desk with pictures of the past lay out randoml......

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...Within the first slivers of platinum moonlight, fireflies flicker. Diamond dust from a bygone comet streaks by, piercing electric skies, whilst a balmy August twilight enwraps an aging porch. ......

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...Asclepius, one cannot build from sand, Such light and shifting grains as mortals be. The wind and tide shall warp what e’er is planned, Foundations fade before the pounding sea. And yet, when gra......

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...vast wonder-scape expanse variegated flora silent joy confetti heat-swirl rise oaken nesting suites sprinkled seedlings dispatched on cue ......

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...Found myself doing my damndest to sleep through the day again. Wake up, pull the wool over my eyes, block out the world, repeat. Certainly not a positive omen (what with Halloween and November 9th)......

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... I be a common salty once no captain's bars, did bear yet blessed was I to venture where few a skipper dared from crow's nest high aloft I saw those br......

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...Cursed by the autumn With a lost decorum Lies the shrunk oaken leaf As though full of grief Curled and furled Within winds of time whirled As though swirled and twirled Isn’t this a ruthless......

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...Fading photographs are strewn across alabaster tabletops, drenched in moonlight streaming through rustling curtains. Snow owls call out to each other through the whistling wind, as flakes of......

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...I walked beneath the ribcage of a giant whale; Encapsulated in the briney entrails of an empty long-dead being. Its grimace echoed in these halls of boned wall, Of which calcite chambers temper;......

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...Shall I liken thee to a sunrise? Thou art the sunrise of a fall morning's glow. Thou art the oaken breeze that bids you "hello." Shall this describe to what I liken thee? No. Shall I liken thee......

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...III. Ecological Awareness In this fragile eggshell I will call life for security's a mirage I chase. Existence is a gamble I take a wild and desperate gamble......

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