Reckonings Poems - Poems about Reckonings

...Atmospheric Elocutions For Surviving Armageddon Elocution lessons for the morality police Persecution of those not callously elite Convolution of the elongation of the technique Revolution f......

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...Rabid, renegade ravens, rise. Relishing rancid refuse; repugnant. 'Round rural relics, resounding ruthless retorts. Retrieving realm revelations. Rival reckonings; regimes ruptured. Repent! Rele......

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... In the workshop of my waking hours, I am the maker of my own day, Crafting moments with a DIY attitude, Twisting fate's threads with hands unbound. At 6 AM, I pick up my tools, Coffee ground......

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... "Fata Morgana" feet hardly touch the ocean when silent stars of no voice transmit words to pay the ferryman on the water no reflection gently the sun waves smiling as......

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...Paradigms Temporality David J Walker There is no question That the evening seemed to come to an end too soon The temporality of your days The glow of a full moon On the rise ......

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...Been through lots of places, Seen alot of smiles on faces, Interacted with people in dances, But no one has healed my bruises, They only give me fake promises. Been searching for happiness, T......

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...'Twas like imagery or perhaps deja'vu air quotations or a hallucination, naught tangible to the naked eye but an echoing of whirlwinds, mere beginning of an expansion tucked aside non......

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...Does it not shimmer to the shine, the steel blade Of dead reckonings ultimate design, cold is Its fine edged point, a slicing masterpiece, Of revolutionary engineering, behold deaths Chopping sil......

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...I’ve been adrift on the sea, a lost soul of ideal inspiration Tossed asunder amongst realities harsh waves of the incomplete, A disembarked being, caught at the mercy of a thundering riptide Of in......

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...A grey frame house and backyard swing call out to me from somewhere buried deep in time - a memory. A river front and 60’s band are beckoning - symbols of beginnings of my reckonings. Ost......

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...Allow me, this day, to become the catalyst of my own awakenings… For I hold within myself the light of dawns reckonings Bare floor’s creaking with the splinters of the past Some things nev......

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...We are the unbegotten We are the unassigned Redeemed from oblivion Kept out of mind We are the great rotation Unfolding the sublime An echo of obliteration Returning with the tid......

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...Endings starting Leaves are turning Grass starts browning with Furnaces burning. Colder weather As to focus, Deeper feelings in Shallow harvest. Briskly, daunting Haunting Spirits Barren-ha......

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...The evening is set out before me on the threshold of night, the hazy lights teeming and glazed, webby-cold ---- bright with a white-haired curiosity; What good honesty can ......

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...BY THE BAY A beach vagabond am I, Lost amongst the foam and spray, Enchantments careless cast away, Set drifting alone, a lunar moon child, Of the free spirited, enlightened ones. Dreamers, w......

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