Orbed Poems - Poems about Orbed

... When nightfall dips in palest of gold I feel a sense of indignity, As owl's melody loses its eloquence Through the absence of a safe abode; Where quietude calls for avian coos The kind ......

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...Image glass of the lake sudden giant orbed spheric full moon......

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...The end of the Pier was shrouded in mist the Shadows we cast were defining, We plighted our troth, and then we kissed, Neath a full orbed moon that was shining, We walked hand in hand to the ......

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...SELF ACTUALISATION S- Senses smoothly surpass E -Existing eclipsed envelope L - Levitate limitles......

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...The Heavens Acquiesced Bubbles rose on moonbeams glow lost fairies trapped within held prisoner on currents flow by liquid walls so very thin drifting in the moon blue sky the captives o......

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...There is a truth in you my friend both heady and unique that makes my sense of smell take flight, and drives my curiosity. I carve away voraciously, cut deep and cut again til glossy bulb i......

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...Circled light from angels' faces dawning traces the darkening way all feet must tread, reflecting forgotten silhouettes on rain wet streets. Old city lights beam bright pathways through the gloo......

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...That orbed maiden comes out With the radiant darkness The innumerable stars Hymn written in light. The night walking down the sky With the white fire laden moon More richly hued than the......

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...God have mercy on spiders hanging in their webs waiting for the moon They seem condemned to loneliness to a long sleeping in between How they sweeten our gardens with their dew encrusted w......

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...A dime of orbed light Hangs in water from a limb Winter cries for spring She has grown white haired And soft, melting in the sun Love uproots our fear. The wind chisels flesh My canvas shi......

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...October moon shine, Full-orbed as you were, Breaking thru the pine, Stir not yonder beacon, past. Your veil of light, Quietly doeth shine, As if taken flight, Slumber upon the eyes, gl......

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...This child, picking berries red which scent bright juniper in the air, imbeds each one in a plate of mud like a genuine cook extraordinaire She dances, with her arms out swaying face bent deep ......

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