Orb Poems - Poems about Orb

Our blue orb's oceans As deep as the very height Of spherical sky....

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she brought light to the forest it arrived in pops of turquoise, pinks and oranges excited oaks, elms, and firs glowed with excitement she was the ultimate orb, sent from heaven, to give hope to those who had been sacrificed and buried here their souls leapt with joy when she arrived...

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Spring angel wings graze silver moon in charcoal sky, icebound earth’s dream nap. Date posted ; 25th March 2022...

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Nameless nomad from nowhere needed nurturing in nestling niche, where enticed excitement exuberant enveloped enshrined emotions evermore. On valiant venerable voyage, vague venture veered in verdant valley, ever eager to enter enthralling enclave of enduring endearment enchanting, reminded me to revere romantic rhythm of reverie rippling on rapt rapture. In storm of strife sad shadow swathed the sky, in my...

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Driving into a ball of gold I would say orange but nothing rhymes I’ve likely travelled miles untold Lacking insight, completely blind He glares at me; I can’t glare back Right in my face, hard to ignore When I look up, can’t see a thing Except that hazy, golden orb It seems that night will never come This bloody sunset never ends I’m likely going...

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silver orb strung like a Christmas bulb...

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Do you Love the Morning Orb David J Walker So, do you still love poetry after all of this I know you love me And will read what I write with the praise of a lover opening her heart to her beloved when I walk among the clouds at dawn and lay at your feet what I have seen describing the...

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The Golden Orb Spider of Madagascar sits and spins and spins all day. When she has spun a bucket of rich silk an official takes it away. What have you done with my spinnerets and where is my hourly pay? Your spinning is created into gossamer silk and you work for a cricket a day. Soon the silk will become richly made gowns to...

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Baxter was born in a meadow under a rotting plank with hundreds of brothers and sisters in a home both darkly and dank. His momma was a June Bug and he was a June Bug too, schooled in all the sorts of things that June Bugs love to do. He grew up fast, it was time to fly and leave his...

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The gypsy's weird orb It now floats on my ceiling She must have cursed me...

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With the gentle compassion of maternal nurturing A benevolent deity weeps over the world’s dismal state While mesmerizing melodies sway to the dance of life Her heart beats to the eloquence of universal love Buoyant whispers riding over gossamer clouds on the run Breathing hope into dreams of an auspicious sanctuary AP: 1st place 2020 Posted on August 16, 2020...

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As those inflicted by greed and corruption become Angels of death stalking the land with crimson flaming eyes they search for those chosen to die and fill their stomachs with satisfaction to quench their thirst and hunger The arguments are many from the lips of those so inflicted they laugh out loud at those who crawl and wither on their bellies swollen from hunger beneath...

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Orb in the yard unseen by regular eyes enhanced by the fey gliding in to tell the trees hello cherished soul who used to walk the property perhaps Native American who had a tee pee here Returning from tomorrow land to look in on who is tending her irises Or in the yard Could be Grandmother White or Great Aunt Tess Spiritual reflection of memories...

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A giant orb in the horizon, looking for a safe place to land, it carries the members of an entire planet, running away from the laser attack by an enemy whose conscience did lack. It occurred in the dead of night when all asleep, woke up from bright laser beams knocking down structures that were once tall and lean, scattering residents like ants...

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*Image of Santa Clause, Charlie Calvin by Giphy. The Glass Orb In an e'er thus oft agitated contorted crystalline world, Unconsciously being tinseled by the energies that transpire, Flurries of fakery enshroud the encircled glassful menagerie. Indifferent minions from habit, obey the traumatic turbulence, Revolving in every-which-way of an inescapable no bars prism. Liquefied mirage a wintry desert of horned camels and...

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