Sanctuary.... Poems - Poems about Sanctuary....

The cemetery is not silent. It hums—soft and steady— like a lullaby remembered just before sleep. This is not a place of endings, but of quiet continuance. Here, the earth does not mourn— it holds. It listens. It welcomes. Beneath the moss and carved stone, beneath the careful flowers and fading names, a family has gathered— not bound by blood, but by something far more enduring: the simple truth that no...

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Days, months and years to all are special, Because the rate of occurrences are spatial, A deliberate art of super human, To propel celebration of event and man, Even those that are tragically comic. We hold high birthdays for they are annual crops, Centurys' first day is sold in a rare kiosk ain't shops, A new day in a decade is ten...

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In the liquid sanctuary of silent noons, where steam rises to the sky like an unfulfilled dream, we meet in the dance of waters, two spirits swaying under the warm curtain, her hands, springs of tenderness, flow over me like an ancient promise, each touch is a verse etched on my skin, a poem written in whispers, she commands...

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We came not for conquest, but for containment— though conquest is what happens when containment itches beneath the skin like sulfur spores in a sealed lung. They had the secret. Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy— but language that healed. Real language— not poetry, not prayer, but syntax of cells. Their infants spoke in codons. Their trees rustled in protein sequences. Their dead decomposed into algorithms that rewrote the...

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Quietly, waves from the sea wander ashore in a slow, perpetual motion of calm white foam washing the sand as it tumbles back into the sea leaving wet sand that turns pink from the rising sun as the horizon becomes a wide red ribbon of light Slowly, the waves' rhythm leads me on a peaceful journey that beckons a realm of...

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A gentle breeze composed a rhythmic ballad That danced throughout the lavish trees and bountiful terrain of nature's divine savanna. A melodic weeping from a nearby willow Serenaded the new dawn like a morning lullaby. Abundant blades of amber and green Adorned the grass, knoll Each stalk aligned like perfect little soldiers Standing guard over their precious mother earth. Perched high upon...

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A gentle breeze composed a rhythmic ballad that danced throughout the lavish branches and bountiful terrain of nature's divine savanna A melodic weeping from a nearby willow serenaded the new dawn like a morning lullaby Abundant blades of amber and green adorned the grassy knoll each stalk aligned like perfect little soldiers standing guard over their precious mother earth Perched high upon...

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Going into her room, I understood her devotion, I saw her consecration. March 15, 2025. ...

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Farewell, o' weary traveller. The stormy clouds now ever lift'd. From that mortal night unto which you drift'd. Daemons, once so fierce, shall make no further sounds. For now, at last your sanctuary has been found. The world around shall always pass 'n' go. But in your name, as rose of love shall ever grow. 'N' tho' you've now succumb unto your...

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I live off the land to reap and sow I plant a seed of hope and watch it grow A harvest of dream living life upon the hill away from the city where the hurried pace turns like a wheel I sit by the river and marvel at Gods grace And dwell in beloved beauty in a quiet loving...

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Refuge Darkness surrounds me. No moon or stars to guide me. I am lost with no hope. The path is narrow and the journey long. Perils and predators lurk in the black forest. In the midst of my gloom, I stumble into a clearing. A warm light beckons me. A comfortable cabin awaits me. My steps quicken to reach the door. A rush of restored...

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I serve as an example Of the downfall of man To all the cheats The liars and thieves This is your sanctuary My lack of compassion Is proof of the creature That I have become This case of apathy Will prove to be The facade that I bring There is no love lost And an explanation will...

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Window fixed within a wall... See-through and revealing all. Looking in from the outside... A dwelling there for us to hide. Glass reflecting you and me... Seperation strategy. A kind of pain upon the pane... Slightly smeared with mild stain. Opening we find together... Making escape from the weather. Perched upon the window sill... Candles to light up at will. Closing the window in seal... Segregating what is...

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Seattle Washington of King County is where I was born in early October of 1954. And it already has become another sanctuary city. What is a sanctuary city? In the case of the USA and Washington DC--'it is nothing more than a sanctuary for dangerous criminals and terrorists,' who are illegal aliens flooding our northern boarders'. Washington State...

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POETRY BECOME MY SANCTUARY Poetry become my sanctuary, I am not a candidate of the mortuary Poetry became a vessel to my soul Am a poet with most valuable goal. Poetry gives me a peace of mind, The verse and stanza are so kind Poetry is the word I will always write Poetry is the spotlight to every site. Poetry made...

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