Robes Poems - Poems about Robes

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...

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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...

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The Garnet of Togetherness ...

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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...

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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©...

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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. ...

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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...

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defrocked cardinals driven from the hallowed apse heresy of owls John G. Lawless ©7/26/2018...

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amid silent bells craven cacophony Poe-less ravens John G. Lawless ©7/25/2018...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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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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