Passageways Poems - Poems about Passageways

...The trails runs the edge for several miles, a clifftop walk, it is no great trial, atop a long precipice of limestone, where big, black vultures soar, and make their home, a rugged wall, by ancie......

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...He has an evil eye. The scorpion is unlikely to stop being a villain. Who sits quietly. And enjoys sunlight sometimes. And shadows at other times. The scorpion would like a cup of tea. He f......

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...How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)... found himself bewitched about Circe, particularly after reading book title by the same name. An enchantress and a ......

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...It's the devil's dance, he is a chancer, As he tries to take this life to cancer. The news to fill your heart with dread, As you, process words inside your head. This news it brings a bitter st......

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...she looked me dead in the eye and said, “your soul is a town that has never seen a blue sky” i laid awake think on that, and i spoke in the dark of my bedroom, “i have only ever seen blu......

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...* Streaming dust specks of his aura left as evidence A celestial being formed of stardust * To adorn him any less of his scintillating charm, his signature star walk, or shimmering trails, * ......

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...This house is crumbling Its pillars of learning weakened The future now a fading shadow And the fruits of our teaching fragile and hollow. Where once young minds were molded for life Public ......

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... Tell the truth always Even in moonlit hallways Souls are passageways ......

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... You are the dusk that masquerades as first light. In the stillness of descending twilight, your spellbinder's expectorant opens the passageways of the feeble, weevles like a ......

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... Written: December 30, 2023 _________________________________________ Embrace the oxymoron, if you will. Shall I fool you with monsoon wrath? Despite tears of rain, life wi......

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...What's that, that noise I heard through my music? It sounded loud, is something wrong? Was it something bad, or did I just assume it? Maybe nothing at all and it's just the song? What's that sc......

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...It was the summer of 2014, I was just about to turn 13, spending June of summer vacation with my Grandmère, in Paris. Tonight, we’re at a fundraising benefit for African relief (it’s always *somethin......

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...I've lived in it all my life - the self's grand fiction - refuge for the child, youths rebel fortress and a walled cloister to house the holy relics gathered on the pilgrimages of my mind. ......

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...Late evening. I have put aside a book and prefer to wander the freedom of a darkened room, drift through a window into a framed sky where a bright moon writes itself across the pages of pa......

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...Recluse by dint of circumstance Proud anonymous troglodytes forerunners of mine confronted threats less horrific than forty fifth commander in chief of United States of America. He/him (ma......

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