Roams Poems - Poems about Roams

Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams, And shadows of men, like spirits in festivity, stretch their endless palms of wanting. Sleepwalkers amongst stars that never slumber, searching for treasures in lands of silver, But their hearts are locked treasuries, clamoring tribute, never a sacred obol to proffer. In the...

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AROMA ROAMS Aroma of Jasmine ! An ethereal essence: Supreme ! Superfine. Redolence entwines on...

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Water’s destination is everywhere ever flowing, rolling, tripping skipping water never stops its touring. A source of life forever enduring challenges of leaps across endless terrain, rocks and stones it hones to a silk finish, a natural polish that leaves no blemish. Flora blossoms, fauna drink, water’s always in its "pink"; forever giving of itself this unselfish aqua element. A collector of unique treasures water takes and replants...

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When we wait, we miss something, Opportunities, chances, your destiny… Then we spend half our lives doing something, To fix another error. What can you do in this life, So you don't get burned out at all? How to get protection, So you don't have to die in poverty? Changes in fate are sometimes crazy, But we will do anything for them, Sometimes we are...

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Evergreen pines Evergreen firs, Yellow moon size star rays shining through, Nighttime in the forest. Red cardinals mutter, mourning doves coo On branches in sleep Roosting in their wait for the morrow To forage. Rustling mice on decaying leaves, A roaming cat strangely at peace with the night, Lets the critters sleep. So curious is he. Big footprints sound and scrape loud whispers, The critters get restless...

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AROMA ROAMS Specific smell searching reminiscences Nostalgia touching core of heart. ...

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Let’s go roam head and heart, To meet many a millionaire Of mind; meet, soon to depart. The air outside, beckoning fair, Wafting here what to deliver? Sagas of wayfarers that dare. Let’s soar, let’s struggle, endeavour, New friendship to savour, and food For thought for lifetime to savour. What use this soulful solitude? To...

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the bells toll at the midnight hour as ghosts, goblins, demons and more evil are summoned to power they wreak their fear upon the weak souls who have lost their way in life and with God, they must someway speak the one horror that roams the night is the soulless undead vampire upon the world, they are a blight the human blood is what...

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A faint light in the air Moon arises on a smiling corpse A warm heart with blood running, still Ash inside its mouth Blowing to the closest ear The devil roams at night Waking up in pain The seed blooming deep No way to end this night For the devil roams at night The night drags for days The words for months Shelter burning down By the smiling...

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a black bear roams the yards of Camden residents was tranquilized moments ago she had come accustomed to being fed by the hand of humans an accident waiting to happen looking into that pathway of my woods sitting from my daybed  my heart races as I  imagine her coming toward me standing on her hind legs front paws waving at me as her terrifying growls burst from her...

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Sunken eyes bared tooth. worn shaggy rags cling to frail bone. Watching the old town with eyes of fire she casts venom filled words amongst those who inhabit A mean old women full of impurity and disgust for the living She trudges into the dark of night Hunting those who are frail and ill Eating there insides for taste and poisoning their remains. Lynched...

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My face, pushed hard against the glass. So near to the exploding life beyond the veins of lead. Every now and then, the sun smiles and crystals shine between us. Everyone, in contagious colored clothing permanent cracks, padlocked to their jaw. Every year, when the light is greedy I am left predicting your arrival. As if, from some humid mist you'll waltz across the thirsty...

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