Propitious Poems - Poems about Propitious

...I know that you are far away, Yet in my own despite, My still expectant glances stray, Still searching for your sight, Though all too sure that your sweet face, Far yet to light my view, In eve......

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...To all the poets near and far Alive and well or beyond the stars, I bid you peace, I bid you rest, I bid you all the very best. Life and death may er’ contain All the fruits of love and rain, ......

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...Down the fervent aeons Buddha’s sagesse, casts its august shroud on benign witness, shades, shadows, subtle symbol shift, encompass cosmopolitan and temporal, incongruous to flaccid predilection ......

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...A shining example, when shattering insight becomes deleterious Mindless, yet finds itself turned out inside; all along mysterious, I paused, reflecting; seeing past times, versions of delirious, ......

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... November sapling burgundy branches bare buds, blossom propitious ......

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... Bells ringing off and on or all on a sudden ! Bells to alert ! Whatever : Call of classes or shows to st......

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...The Last of the Axioms David J Walker The new eternal equinox Settles on the turn of the tide The moon charts a path In celestial math Searching for places to hide Noon makes its propit......

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...Unlike as in the West, there was no dating in our time. After a formal meeting before the family members, the boy and girl will be allowed sometime for a private talk. (that too only if the parents a......

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...Fresh to this world, we have learned all things new. Luck and fortune only smile on a few. As death would sneak up bestowing our rest, chasing windmills of mind we should askew. Our life lived ......

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...The following initially crafted approximately three and a half years ago and presently brought a much sought after surge of satisfaction while meandering along the information superhighway. Pangl......

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...we poets are waiting for the moonset sitting on my balcony, evolutions shamans now wandering the beach we are solving every social ill while walking Blake's path of excess to some palace of wis......

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...I am a tiny winged buzzing insect A friend to folks and flowers alike Another name for hard work Toiling untiring from dawn to dusk I set out merry, humming a tune, On my professed mi......

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...26. A stationary bicycle Never travels very far. Nor sniffs the meadow flowers Or sets the evening star. It is far from me to criticize The direction that you ought... But it seems a helle......

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...Had a room been open in that passageway as a foreign night-ship, you’d have sailed by Love would’ve been what? I couldn’t say Life: an inveterate humid ply____________ Perhaps has passe......

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...Bell of love rings suddenly on a special moment: ......

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