Palm Poems - Poems about Palm

He Kept looking into the palm of his hands To see if there is something that he could understand But the words continue to scroll up and down like Writings on a page revealing his old age, There was something in the light that he Could not see that was draining his Physical energy, it was just...

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 s h a p e me ~   with nautilus shells, shimmering like shifting shadows in sultry silence          across hermit shores  where the inked silhouette  of the cerulean siren    dawns as...

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The chimp stretches its arm, a small hand, palm up under my chin, fingers and thumb supple, a pink-pawed sharing. It’s a palmistry offering, if only I had the skill to read it. There is a lifeline. It looks a lot like mine if my hand were his. I see a heart-line, it seems open and flowing as if this ape were following another meaning of ‘heart.’ The...

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I look at them, at the lines on my palm like rivers flowing through secret deserts, Wondering if they truly tell fate, if the future hides in the mist, Or perhaps they are just lies spreading like fire igniting dreams that burn. I look at them, hoping to see something, a whispered word among the lines of silence, But...

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I thought to read my own palm...took a 5’ver out of my pocket to be authentic spoke out-loud only listening too the echo: “Does she love me, or does she not?” my wife had entered the room, and crept up behind me: “She loves you!” and took the 5’ver from the table. ...

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keen orphic reader cabalistic tendencies mystical and keen enigmatic strong a master of the occult lively prophecies...

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In the palm of the universe, only the mad ones dare to tread, Mad to live, to speak, to be saved from the relentless currents of time, Craving everything at once, like a blazing sun at its zenith, They never yawn, nor utter the mundane, but burn with the brilliance of fallen stars, Like fabulous yellow roman candles bursting...

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In this charming retreat, the silence of nature and hills talk to me, whispers of forgotten tales in the breeze, of hidden secrets of times bygone, an era of luxury and grandeur, where every stone holds a story untold. In the marble statues and king-size portraits, etched in elegance, they gaze through time, their faces frozen in an eternal grace, gripping the pulse of...

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A hand untouched by destiny A journey uncharted, no lines to trace No fate impacted, poised for its take A narrative of choices awaiting to prevail. Fingers quiver, wrist dance As the unknown calls in a whimsical trance Lacking direction, no routes defined A quest of self-discovery, uniquely designed. A hand untamed, an enigmatic find A life unanchored, free from the bind Weight...

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Let’s make the Greenland green again Melt down the ice with fire Let’s build on Greenland’s pleasant land A city of desire Erect the towers most gigantic And hotels on the coast The biggest port on the Atlantic I dare to propose Let’s make some money out of soil I hope you understand We’ll label it a Greenland oil A number one oil...

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Scents of burnt embers flowing over my windowsills Charred are the palm tree fronds that once fanned the breeze Seized are the pods, timbers Torches sparking shrills Behold the ashes drifting as they fall from my smoke-sooted skies O but in b 'tween choking and tearing eyes ...

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A young oak grows tall and broad like its peers, brushing the sky Mighty, though not unique to the eye … A lone palm appears midst the parched desert It alone, steadfast and...

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The romance of the mountain and rivers The warmth of life they give Are worth for you and me To go forward is a must To traverse the line path of our palm We all have the ability To love ourselves Have the strength to love others Treat you and me the whole year through Great kindness to all who made the effort....

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Nah it aint that if you wanna be real and all you tell me to call you on the telly you never pick up when I call Change the definition of Love to yo' own conveyance All that woman is ricca monroe jazz Dude tryna build a relationship ya'll say he either moving too slow or he moving to fast You're still the one the only one top-me, number one on toppa the stack Don't you...

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there is a pronounced mystic star on my palm she laughs at my consternation I have read palms in other lifetimes in this one, I have no clue what a mystic star means she gives me a reassuring wink I guess I might find out in my next lifetime...

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