Oft Poems - Poems about Oft

To A Warrior's Creed, Valiant Death, Fate Oft Decrees I follow the red line into hot, blazing Hell with razor sharp long sword firm in my fighting hand sending the devils down where their demon friends dwell down, down deep, upon earth's surface I take my stand I, raging fighter, with valiant blood in my veins The Sun my only friend...

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Mindless Musings Over Morning Coffee What Is Wrong Or Right? Whether It be dark or light Be it in…or out of sight Wrong or right is neither Truly Wrong or right It all depends upon One’s point of view Perhaps Unique to you and only you Perhaps shared by more Than...

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To Be A Poet, Oft Strong Commands Come At Night Oh, gawd- comes raging middle of the night This horrid current, rise up and now write An electric jolt, firing through me bones Of new fortress looming, huge granite stones And that tingle surging from old waking soul As pagan's carving of a totem pole Words spilling out from a resistant heart Pen...

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Love And Reciprocation Oft Fantasy Of Lonely Hearts She saw such handsome features, his eyes and strong arms She - ravishing creature succumbed to his dear charms Her ecstasy was a river in deepest flood Sensual passion took hold, HE was in her blood Could ever reality break such binding chains Or future nights denied, bring ever greater pains? He saw such...

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Entrance into the Garden of Eden An Exit Oft Repeated in Four Acts By Sy Roth Act 1—Somnolence Smells of winter tickle a warm sun. Crisp air, Red, brown and yellow leaves, Thrust the trees aside for their impending sleep. They all come to the dance brushed Content to revel in the gift of a cool early morning, The commuter moms wave...

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I Write And Write Oft Through The Night, Words Dedicated To All Poets I write and write oft through the night, ponder deep, world that slowly creeps hold pen, in left hand not the right inking heart's truth, as out it seeps I write and write oft through the hours inking what our souls dare not say, gems of life's beautiful flowers celebrating the...

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Four score and twenty years I rinsed my lids- so many tears So oft I sigh To life anew- firsts breathe To life lost- ye mourn a death So oft they die Twenty years and forty score I'll weep again, at least once more So oft I cry...

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Oft have I wondered how wonderful it would be if there were no fine print in your love for me. Even in your arms, inundated by your charms you seem caught in wayward thought washed up, and joyful not. If I dare speak of marriage, of becoming one there comes a shadow in your eyes and failings I own arise. Love lacks conditional clauses,...

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O' Man, Thou Art In Arrogance Oft Lost Within earth's vast herds mysteries abound as man walks in shadows that prance and play. Life is an ocean that swirls and confounds such odd, vain and weak creatures made of clay! What of miracles, for fear we do not tell, for shame that such will never be believed. Nights when one just knows...

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Oft in My Thought by Charles D'Orleans translation by Michael R. Burch So often in my busy mind I sought, Around the advent of the fledgling year, For something pretty that I really ought To give my lady dear; But that sweet thought's been wrested from me, clear, Since death, alas, has sealed her under clay And robbed the world of all that's precious...

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Oft Woe Is Sorrows, Of Mere Mortal Men Of fine artist brush and true poet's pen oft woe is sorrows, of mere mortal men. Tho' great the powers, sun's glow in blue skies majestic the beauty, in dawns bright rise. What purpose poetry, if not to give? What purpose existence, if not to live? What verse can such magnificence reveal more so...

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(1.) Honoring John Keats , fifth poet in my dedication series Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard At the start comes just a solitary word oft from a distant echo, it is heard. Imagination steps on into high gear through deep, overcast clouds all is not clear yet as black ink falls onto waiting page poetry births wisdom, oft like...

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SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number One- (INSPIRED BY AND FROM HIS FROST AT MIDNIGHT POEM). (1.) O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play, Poet Dedication Series O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play flickering under illustrious moon, its gifts as we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day walk on Mars, as internal...

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Oft times, The smallest of things Are the biggest of all Oft times, The softer you land The harder you fall Oft times, Life is a present Tied with ribbon and lace Oft times, The one’s you ignored In your dreams have a face Oft times, The beginning and end Join together attached Oft times, Those doors that you locked With new love come unlatched Oft times, The family lost In new loyalty found Oft...

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Earth Years, Oft Brief As Sparrow's Flight To walk among men knowing not world is ugly, full of its rot. Alas! Gone is youth we once wore and innocence sings, never more! To love too much or not at all past times, sweet treasures one recalls. Earth years oft brief as sparrow's flight yet great blessings when love is right! How we dread, death's...

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