Rend Poems - Poems about Rend

... To my complacent Ms. Crane I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so labor......

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...From ashes of pain, true leaders rise, Forged in struggle’s unyielding cries. Yet now, from gilded thrones of greed, False prophets spawn, with lies they breed. They weave deceit, a cunning art, ......

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... I’m not speaking someone’s words I don’t do somebody’s actions Neither the Commons, nor the Lords Represent my interactions Journalists can rend the air Formulating rather bluntly What I a......

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... a chill ... not on skin - to marrow if but for the frigid air a horrid pattern would trace my cheek though not nearly as horrid as the one that faces me upon the glass it is quite beautiful i......

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...KING ALFRED THE GREAT MODERN ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS King Alfred the Great (circa 849-899) was the first English king to be a notable scholar, poet and translator. Alfred has been credited with trans......

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...In the city’s glow, where shadows meld, And the hum of life endlessly swelled, Lies a truth that no screen can show, A place within where answers flow. Even when clouds of doubt descend, And t......

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...Through twilight veils, where echoes rise/ The hollow spheres in shadow thrive/ Unholy husks, where echoes moan/ A broken mirror, void and throne/ 1) Thaumiel: Twin God's Divide A realm where ......

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...Twin eyes, twin perspectives Pick your poison; they're both too hard to explain The cloudy sphere raining down once again While it's earthen brother quakes uncontrollably Ten years passed as te......

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...Spring’s Abysmal Guile By Sy Roth A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit, a corruption of a miasma vast, as though some sepulcher, long sealed, split its stony jaws to breathe. Vile exhalatio......

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...The Heights of Machu Picchu, Canto VIII by Pablo Neruda translation by Michael R. Burch Ascend with me, my American love! Let’s kiss these mysterious stones together! The Urubamba’s torren......

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...Thoughts of a Border Collie While Pondering a Bone Mine, mine, mine, I think as I drip drool on the floor. Bloody meat clings tenaciously to the hard bone. White fat, like veins of gold, mar......

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...I threw the dice, wishing for it to land on the vertically, I spoke complaints, hoping people understood it correctly. My words are sharp like a sword, only my weapon in hand, I cannot rest,......

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...Positive mindset satiates my hunger, In dark clouds, it finds silver linings to see. It carves out success, not as a warmonger, And its bravery swirls like tides in the sea. Walking its......

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...Farewell, dear America, farewell for now. The gold that once gleamed bright and shiny upon a hill built through toil,  built with faith and dreams, is for many just a glimmer  far away, it seem......

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...Here a tales of love and devotion that are casually penned, On the day hearts are filled, a young girl's voice is Rend. A beast in human form, a wicked sight, Defiles a pure, innocent child in the......

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