Piercingly Poems - Poems about Piercingly

...And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing......Read the rest...

...I was cursed with ink intoxicating blank canvases with toxic scribbles, releasing twisted tales of suppressed troubles. I was a forsaken ebony rose in satan's grasp, kne......Read the rest...

...My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors. whilst searching for my sanity, I've become my own worst enemy. In this cauldron of despair, time is like sand in my hand - an oxymoron poetic paradox......Read the rest...

...When tuscan tunes of twilight, cascade as clementine confetti, She searches for secret silhouettes, swirling to the symphony of sunflower serenades. In the midst of faded fields, marigold m......Read the rest...

...Porcelain keys create Passionate sonatas Pitched in dulcet notes through Prewritten preludes that Piercingly vibrate when Pianists softly press ......Read the rest...

...you … came to me today (from anon) wholly untold to your concerns but real enough … I was plodding the beach, tending wounds when you tossed your smile at me from a shrouded sun off whiteca......Read the rest...

...The day is a gray one and bitter cold Wind slapping my face piercingly bold The snow is icy white, the top layer is hard My forced footsteps leave the service scarred Not a sound is heard, nois......Read the rest...

...Night in Lisbon Once, I went to a dance hall in Lisbon an awful place full of desperate middle-aged women hoping to catch a man, any man. Ah, for the horrible colours looking putrid on the ......Read the rest...

...This harsh light, back on you Piercingly cruel aimed Is of no sun, though it burns In heart, as hot yes? And however thickly Shaded, walled off are For protection, there's just no Hung bough......Read the rest...

...Ushering in the winter, auburn autumn is gone, the feathers of snow dance with the arctic wind, blowing piercingly across the blanched lawn where bare trees stand defoliated and thinned. A squa......Read the rest...

...THE POETS AND THE HIGHLANDER A highlander stands alone on the crest of a high hill quietly playing the bagpipes stirring the tree branches in the mist of fog The sonorous dissonant sounds of ......Read the rest...

...Please contemplate on the following line of spiritual inquiry: “To what avail are scriptures etched on stones ~ If it’s true, we must feel it in our bones” ON TRUTH the tr......Read the rest...

...A butterfly on barbwire Those hearts piercingly maim. In so giving the sharpest twinge To Freedom's withheld pain.......Read the rest...

... Oh how I'm so tired of feeling tired..... Weak and helpless, as if my days have been spent. Bent double, crippled backwards, now cast aside. It seems that, one by one, my organs crumb......Read the rest...

...‘In the nearest Earth’s trajectory A creature with sign victory Has raised my curiosity quotient Soon I’ve become just reticent A strange heavenly presence With galactic perseverance No words t......Read the rest...