Robes Poems - Poems about Robes

Cities are wizards clad in robes of cement and thought

Cities are wizards clad in robes of cement and thought,
Constan?a, ancient priestess, wears veils woven from the whirl of time.
Timi?oara, enchanting and magical, sways to rhythms of foam and salt,
Whispers fairy tales to the moon’s ear, on lanes sparkling with secrets.
Bucharest, young sorcerer, with raven feathers hidden under a cloak of mist,
Plays on stone streets

Robes of Righteousness

Your Master’s righteous cloak is not
a bold retreat from evil’s plot.
In peaceful times and in discord,
You shall know that I am the Lord.

In busyness or when you’re bored,
in argument or in accord,
in health or in a hospice ward --
You shall know that I am the Lord.

Noah, a man, perfect and just,
built the ark displaying his

Success Is Sensitive To Failure

The Garnet of Togetherness
                               
                    

In His Flowing Robes

Preaching repentance in his flowing robes
    Abstinence from that which stains the soul

  The ascetic slumped forward, face downcast
    Neglecting his body, he'd breathed his last

Celebration the Wearing of Purple and Gold Robes-

Let us bath in the spirit;
Let us splash within ourselves;
Flowing waters flow;
Drenching all sons and daughters
Naked we came into the world
While at death we just rest
And in the awakening we’re wearing purple and golden robes


2/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Long Black Robes

One skinny shaking finger
digs into the lock, hoping
to find an easy entrance.
The door swings open and
long black robes flow
into the great room.
The sudden chill causes the
wife to awaken and check
the windows and doors.
Sliding through the doorway,
the robes cover her
husband, blocking all
light, and life.  Nothing
found, the wife returns to
the great room and stokes
the fire. 

Scarlet Robes

Scarlet robes on Abony street, 
reciting untold stories of nights without cause
As the queens of the night go about their business  
Giving their now distasteful pleasure to wondering strangers.

Their loud chatter fills the streets 
Denying the night of its rightful duty, 
They sway from side to side
Their barely covered skin telling a story 
Scars

Red Robes

defrocked cardinals
driven from the hallowed apse
heresy of owls


John G. Lawless
©7/26/2018

Black Robes

amid silent bells
craven cacophony
Poe-less ravens

John G. Lawless
©7/25/2018

Robes of Life's Cycles

He strokes my voluptuous contour delicately
As  bold petals  crown this auburn hair, 
Enticing a heady  desire to roam
Through a woodland's  flamboyant trails:
And the artist pours  dotted hues
From  my four  seasons,
Imbuing a  rebellious womanly grit
Upon layered coatings to decorate my bodice 
With robes of passion, of iced distance,
Until

Weaving Our Robes From An Old, Broken Loom

Weaving Our Robes From An Old, Broken Loom

In this cold world, naked and helpless born
With coming sorrow expressed in first cries,
Soon fed false dreams and other useful lies,
Ever seeking more to oneself adorn.

In falling flight as a broken wing hawk,
Our sad dead bodies, not yet drawn in chalk
Are we mere pawns in this ancient world's

The Many Colored Robes He Wore

The Many Colored Robes He Wore

The many colored robes he wore
Gave priestly rank and set him apart;
His faded socks, best of his poor store,
They drew him to a repentant heart.

In faith, uttered he words soothing fears
And sweet wondrous words from his heart.
Tending masses- holding back his loving tears
Prayed he all, a blessed and godly new

Scatter'D Over Her Robes

Pizzoulini--

Unraveling  dreams, she spreads her wings
Child of earth leaves her peaceful bowers
Hailed by the golden rays of sun
Kissed by the morning air
That scatters o'er her vestal robes
Rich tints of beauty rare.



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White Robes Black Nights

Hypocrital as this may seem, amid no way shape or form do we
Condone sin and quite aware, of the devestating impact these sorrows 
May impart upon another's life: dead zone mirrors waging war with themselves
Trench coat conspiracy revolving while raping, their childrens minds ? Poetic justice
In warped reality his gavel claims; high tide treason her

White Robes, the King and Seraphs

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As if within a dream she seemed, while gently fanning her transparent lovely wings ~

Trimmed in silver and golds glitterings with perfect eyes, like diamonds set aglow 

About crystal waters; her enchanting voice rising within euphorias mesmerizing melody  

Anointing my Spirit as I serenely closed my own afore this, tranquillities entwined as one....

Lifting my

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