Recounting Poems - Poems about Recounting

...The very abridged version recounting untold tragicomic storied life of Matthew Scott Harris I led a boring life. The end. All joking aside, now the epilogue. As a bookish fellow born Januar......

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...The skies whispered And my summer turned stormy Winds swirled all around me Dismantling the shelter surrounding me No more on safe grounds I found myself unable to run As water rapidly filled......

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...I've been listening to your eyes And I heard of them recounting A past life connected to an afterlife Filled with love and passion As they drown and succumb to the beauty Of mysticism as it spar......

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...A lover and a brother are heavy. Recounting the contents of life is work. A vessel holding unaccountable dust may be volumes for a biographer’s notepad. “I miss she real bad!” Whittl......

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... He knew how to turn up the soil and seed, Before the sun got hot by summer's glade; And on his lips recounting roses creed He gently viewed them as they swayed; Together in a ......

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..."Kalapana Queens Bath was a hole in the ground filled with brackish water (salty seawater mixed with fresh mountain filled rainwater) and host to living mysteries," ... by The Poet. It......

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... It's the weekend. So here's a brief distraction for those needing something to read and absorb. Salute. Q: What made you write poetry? Was it an unconscious calling?......

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... Lift your celestial gaze to be amazed in Wonder As has Ptolemy, then Copernicus and Kepler after Who are the capricious Gods who dance in wander To revere Mercury? Venus? Mars? Saturn? Jupiter? ......

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...It's funny, the random things that remind you of what a lovely place the world can sometimes be. Like two little birds alighting on a wire, as you emerge from the underground just at dusk on a T......

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...#Counting! Caught between numbers, days and emotions, strangled in this corner of the unknown, don't know what to count or how to count, should I be counting with my fingers or my imagination, for i......

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...True Golden Is the light given to write The words that lovingly depart Gleaned from the collection of moments Watching the dance of life on a limitless silent stage While the multitude of days ......

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...SPOKEN MOMENT Thanks for your stories, my dearest They are precious richest, Resources of present pain But tomorrow’s gain. I cannot afford but yen Upon to retell them When your heart rates ......

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... “Father Sun is continually rambling and by doing so defines the night.” ~ by poet Rambling cosmic thoughts of Mother Moon, Father Sun, many of which I pen to page in recounting their......

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...Caught in the fabric of darkness, where stars crown the ages, You wander through the deserts of oblivion, with a flickering torch in semi-darkness. You tread on paths unknown to the footprint of ma......

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...All alone you sit there in grip of graveyard, hosting demonic thoughts, Listening to cries of tombstones, squalling from lovers’ somber epitaphs, Recounting how you chased prospects, innocent souls......

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