Pallor Poems - Poems about Pallor

Glowing by the moonlight pallor Are the circles of coyote eyes Hovering above ground - pair by pair - Wandering like restless sprights Seeking for one who's lost their way. Their banter touches my heartbeat; My stunted breath rolls out - and I - I'm glad for their roving company Near...

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Trust is an oak tree with shallow roots. so very treacherous in windy weather. I feel as though I'm glued to the floor; pinned like a moth to an insect display. I wish to leave this horrible evil place, run far away into the cold, dark night. In the flickering shadows of mankind sympathetic words are a honeycomb, sweet to the...

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The Season of Grieving Color David J Walker The day dawns in golden streams Of pinks and grays And the frays of things In moist and curious blues What color of the pallor Could be piled upon the pallet to bring In the days news Seasons are soon changing Rearranging the specter Of views we’ve become Used to There is little heat...

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The Dry Ice of November David J Walker There was once a time dead leaves devoid of pallor Were raked into a a mound of pyre Great heaps dissolved In a funeral fire Releasing the last of What they were Into the Autumn air The scent of dry November from a distance announced everywhere Then The cold Seemed that much Colder And the November sun Much less...

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O Lord, I bring not calf nor my first child, My palms are empty and my pride is hollow. Leaves have fallen with this winter that has walked the face of this earth to find a hermitage in me, and I seek solely thy grace to till my barren soul. These lips know hundreds of hymns of wretch, This tongue confesses...

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My nightmare filled with streaks of saintly garb rousing the flares of benevolence and the strokes of compassionate ink scribbled on to the snow-hued papyrus. The fields of golden grains unmasked the unpolluted ecstacy of childlike desires Simple. Innocent. Pure. Softly swaying as the hammock in the dew air gently rupturing the laddery pride. It waves its resilient trunk then stoops to the god of snow. And...

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