Relic Poems - Poems about Relic

O Lord, 'Tis a decade gone Since thy curse fell upon us. The malnourished children are no more, The poor soil lieth barren. Lord, what hast thou wrought upon our village? Mine only companions be the flies and the toads. Thy shadow resteth beside mine empty grave. I am not wroth with thee, Yet surely have I all the right to be so....

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In the expanse of my fervent sky I let my enraptured heart’s songbird soar high, glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze, bringing your fragrance to me through the spectrum of spring. The sunburst dawn splashed the sequins of ethereal ecstasy, designing for me the lattice of euphoria in the domain of depthless desire, that kept on glowing relentless, I didn’t see...

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It looked like a bleached tongue pulled from a mouth, petrified and incapable now of letting a word slide over its calcified silence. I picked it out of the wet sand and held it in my hand. It had little weight, smooth on one side and pitted on the other. A cuttlefish bone. It was a marvel of engineering. My fingers followed its shape, took...

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I don't know the faces in the old photograph, stored in the attic with other relics of lives long past I don't know their names, or the stories etched on weathered foreheads, and in eyes that saw both sorrow and joy. I should have asked their names before grandmother rejoined the family in that old photograph....

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“In the burnt meadow of love see life beautiful bloom in the relic of memory” – Quote by Poet In the expanse of yearning of my fervent sky I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high, glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze, bring your fragrance to me through blooming trees. The sunburst dawn splashed the spectrum of ecstasy, blossomed the...

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I feel like an antiquity some relic from the past crumbling at the edges eroded over time aging has arrived There are fissures in my proud steel plated armor once invincible reality is bringing with it a heavy blow it creeps upon you like a stealth thief in the night now you berate yourself for being caught unaware new words slip into your vocabulary things like “possible stroke” a...

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The sensitive brilliance of a lighted flame. Yet, filled by vitality, will spark and inflame. I had been ashes, encouraged by your presence. At first, faint flares, yet before long propel us. Utterly, we were talented to a calm rumble. I was interested in the brilliant shade fettle. Applauds such warm and compassionate eyes. I don't cognize...

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Used car manager A Relic He reckons one of his trucks That he can sell it Covered in dirt a soiled City A dirt soiled construction workers Working for the community Hey to a relic An urban Metro politician Trying to change the condition finally he cares for all Humanity And yet yes he to is He...

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Why it's the Flag ? while im here, i believe Not the people, because of all the thieves Yes, there are those who have stolen away The real people from our peaceful ways Who decides? when serenity fails? I once thought it was the militaries' detail But from what I see and what i have seen i think it's time for the...

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Looked Angelic But Was a Relic she looked angelic her husband was a relic of crop had been pick was kind as could be had really set my heart free meant so much to me ear nibble and bite while being love at first sight marry her just might forever had been in love and free from all sin would sing like a wren she had passed...

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It sits, unwavering, on my desk a relic from a by-gone era Lowest of low tech its on/off chain unobtrusive Classic lines, bronze weight solid as King Arthur's fortress My initials traced in its dust Lights up my nights ~ Lets me write...

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. for public domain Dappled shadows of fluttering leaves on the Walnut's limb, dance merrily upon her aging cheeks and chin. Her withering smiling, once beguiling, no longer hides her disappointment at growing old, now wrinkled and thin, and yet my eyes are always drawn to hers. My leathery arms seek to draw her near me. I rejoice her heart beats within....

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a fragment of before prehistory rhetorical relic some long ago thought where imagination blooms as reality withers not quite dead our dreams become fermentations something to sip when it is time to believe to have passion in a worthwhile cause but what do we know beyond today’s wishes and tomorrow’s intentions the future is a horizon we have yet to see what we will remember comes much later after what is ceases...

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Her favorite dress hangs, gathering dust; yet, in my mind, I see her wearing it. My tinder-heart is set afire by love's inextinguishable, eternal flame. She lingers in the shadows of the night; and oft visits me in my tear-filled dreams. We once faced life's obstacles together; before she died, I was never alone. The sands of time cannot lessen my grief; her passing...

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