Time Rispetto Poems

Love is a rare treasure; your heart hopes to find,
for lost in the sands of time is your soulmate.
Emotionally, you might as well be blind
as...

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There’s no way to mistake influx of God’s grace,
that suffuses feeble form from head to toe,
transmuting body cells at a steady pace,
an epiphany of which...

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A man fights his best against the cold hard facts:
Physics, chemistry, biology and time.
With these opponents he gamely interacts.
Toiling, with love and dreams, any peak...

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In some future I will voice all that is true,
how I swear your eyes glow, and whisper to me.
But the nonchalance I show, back turned...

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The sun plays peek-a-boo with blinds in my room.
I roll over in bed to the other side.
My alarm clock goes off with a whining boom.
I...

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In the garden of sheer grace, I serenade
the ethereal beauty in you, inner.
That shall never with the passage of time fade,
even as you grow old,...

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RENEWAL

The seasonal baton has been handed on
Months of renewal lie ahead on the track
Winter’s cold and unfeeling face is now gone
And the growing warmth of...

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Be it this or that, it does not matter
To our tranquil heart, pulsating with bliss
For we have gone beyond thought form chatter
In time dissolved peace,...

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VERDICT

Is it from a past memory that one learns
The thing that someone once did, or said to you
It is as if one’s heart and brain...

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When the moon casts its silver on the sea
And the cold waves echo their monotone 
I remember because you walked with me 
Of a time...

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Hi. I have never done this form. I went by the syllable count and format, but realized I did not do it as a folklore...

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So, now the day is gone
 I find myself just moving right along;
no big deal, just another day
 what can I say?

Hopefully, the passing years...

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Holding back tears, mom tells me we need to talk,
and I hear the anxiety in her voice.
I catch her nervously glancing at the clock,
as she...

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In my bubble, I’m deprived of human touch,
unable to express my love through my hands.
I no longer hug the one’s I love so much
and I...

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Ode To The Hourglass
E'er spent in the margin of its clutch of us,
We breathe its granules in nighttide befallen,
Wanderers adrift campaign design to thus,
Daytime withdrawal...

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