Quavered Poems - Poems about Quavered

...This is it the last trumpeting and drumbeat once loud, boisterous, beating anticipation at the open gate, greetings to the world, brilliant, powerful, stately, intense, a spiritual singul......

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...One for all, All for one by Kamisah bt Abdul Karim One for all, all for one, Our teacher crooned, on a torrid noon, Her sneaky smile stirred a shake, as our senses began to quake, We did t......

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...Amidst the solitude of empty pews in hallowed halls she took a seat and prayed she would not be forsaken. Candles lit, soft glow throwing shadows on the walls. Tear glistened cheeks, c......

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...The pedestal held the grail up high From the cusp of the golden sea A metal sheath hid her treasure from the sky Amid that forest without a tree The hands that wrought the grail coldly quavere......

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...Christmas Day I’ve marked the calendar to count the days Fred Christmas is barely a month ahead I haven’t even begun to diet yet Eating junk all year, how I sorely regret! Dad stopped reading ......

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...Out of Trenches (WW1) Out of trenches, we met face to face, A young Soldier, probably about my age. With rifle in hand we quavered, My head, urging me to engage. Our tunics were muddied and da......

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...You've been lost along the equinox of confusion's bitter myriad Although, you smile, there is a trace (somewhere in the languid night), of emptiness, turned bronze, instead We......

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...You've been lost along the equinox of confusion's bitter myriad And then you smile, but with a trace of roses, pressed, between a page We take a walk, beneath the limbs, in filtered light......

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...'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming; Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be. While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst my heartbeat halted, quavered, A......

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...It was in the days of Farhan that death took the form of a man and before your knell did toll death usually gave you a call Sitting in his parlour by the shore, there was a knock on the door ......

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...The Enemy He was sleeping when he felt the edge of the knife Cold, sharp, hard against his throat. “I am going to kill you now” the enemy said. “Freind” said the waking sleeper “You ca......

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...Chosen, tantalised, to there so close thine eyes, in musical moments, Released all cares through reaching recitals, so buried now within the stave's, Fingers flexing, skilfully etching, a melody of......

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