Ores Poems - Poems about Ores

...I met them at work, Dressed perfect for this art— Crop tops that teased, And curves played their part. They were mining, The rarest of ores— Soft as glass, Pure as stars. No shovels in ha......

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...I crossed the archives as one walks through a field of ruins. Decrees were bones, dogmas were nails. Kings signed treaties in ink darker than darkness, a pact forged in daggers. Papal bulls oozed ......

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...I've met lots of people in my life Most have just passed through But not one person who I've met Was anything like you We haven't even combed the mine Of what you and I could do If us together......

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...In emerald fields where whispers grow, Beneath the sky’s sapphire glow, A healing touch in nature’s flow, Mends the heart, lets spirits show. Amidst the ores where magic’s found, Emotions rise......

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...Many are knocking on Gods hidden door trying to escape brimstone floors Some views are narrower than peepholes while others see through open windows Lifes a beach with many sandy shores that go ......

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...light of life's reflections be seen as within minds meme-ores...easier... than heard as some physics-call of a ringing headache as a reflect...shun... stan sand......

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...hours be our... treasures as hours be ores... so we build oars from hours... that time be our oaring of hours... of ores stans sand......

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...My father is a fisherman, always making sure that the bow and the stern are tied. "The anchor should not rest on the sandy sea floor but on rocks." "The ship should be positioned into the waves;......

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...Remembered the 1940s, the season of the holocaust. Six million irons, disjointed from their ores Were forged in bottomless pits of anvils. The swarming bees in a ceremonious buzzing Were uncouple......

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...Nested like treasures priceless, eagle parents watch over the brood On an island far away from the city, I beheld in a vision of azure blue A rural settlement in waste laying, arid with black bile ......

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...I believe in beautiful mornings, Lapis lazuli skies, Cotton ball clouds, Waking up slowly, Feeling the lovely warmth, More ardent than a trillion suns, Emanating from the person beside you, As......

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.... for public domain Wind has long formed ripples, pebbles too, upon a shallow river bed, a hand agrasp a wooden oar, fingers dangling in play, skipping rounded stones, a gentle breath exhale......

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... What a glorious thought of being created a little lower than angels on high. We have been blessed at birth to do what we choose, and thus far have created wings on which to fly. Put purpose in......

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...Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that brimstone in these sinister currents, that spin! A black river between two ......

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...In her words I find ore Of grace through which I shore And as the mix is deep, it gives ores On which we ride our desire as horse To make deposit bless her fish's roe Making me feel better b......

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