Pinnacled Poems - Poems about Pinnacled

...We richly green mountains of germinating Jeremiah prophetic strength Before we formed you in our valleyed womb, we knew you Before you came to life rebirthed we consecrated your humane s......Read the rest...

...Will you marry me?...enamored the deep gaze. Twenty years ago , I mesmerised into your maze. Razzled dazzled life, beleaguered in myriad phase. Pristine peace I found, hugged in your embrac......Read the rest...

...The Night Glenfell A summer solstice candle breezing midst the twilight air Where aloft the dizzying height of storey twenty f......Read the rest...

...A retiring sun appeared cut in half, As pinnacled rays of light, Through breaches in the clouds, Formed a radial lattice, That was projected through the twilight, Gave me a feeling of nostalgia,......Read the rest...

...When lost in sorrow, too much to bear- To see an ember of hope re-sparked - I look at you, into your eyes I stare - Still on your finger, my love is marked - Although not worthy of your endless l......Read the rest...

...Just a single conscious decision, hanging in the palm of your hand A quavering sensation breathing in subsequent rhythm, a pulse dripping from the band All these motifs around me and I'm just a......Read the rest...

...In his image Let me not contest the fire Diminishing me from desire, Shadow and reflection Erased in aberration empty mirror Seeing light swallowed by the form Too bright for light to show. In this i......Read the rest...

...All brimming crystal drizzled earth frazzled glory hugged; Icicles jousting kaleidoscopic light, meets Natures overfrosted pinnacled quiverings. Raining snow tumults us, Life-like vanities: Waning x......Read the rest...

...maybe Epicurus might'a been furious if he'd lost all of his desire combed the ground, to look around for lost wants to quench his ire where'd he drop his taste for food and pour out his tongue for w......Read the rest...

...As armies continue to march their sanguinary war lifeless lay those as sinewy gore, pinnacled soldiers atop a land possessed making themselves feel they've been blest Bittersweet is the toil o......Read the rest...

...I marched, they marched, we marched For nothing now it seemed And I the ego pulpiteer, left parched Refusing to go underground with the stream That carried me before to a sheer Desolate drop, I ......Read the rest...