Searchingly Poems - Poems about Searchingly

...Canaries By LoLa The afternath of crossing paths The war that waged; our demons’ wrath Our minds intwined in broken trust The dawn of fall; a slave to lust Weapons turn from phaser to stun ......Read the rest...

...Thick, black clouds gathered overhead, veiling the moonlight with guise dread. Wind weaves with howls, and spies embed a gaunt hollow man in its stead, lifting his black mound shroud a ted, r......Read the rest...

...Stephen was the first Christian martyr refusing to deny Christ but to stand fast holding faithfully to God's eternal truth but his death wouldn't be the believers last Stephen was full of the h......Read the rest...

... what wings have sorrow conquered that our marrow should be all but drained stained are sheets as we leak our memories from what trees have our golden leaves fallen grief calling haunted......Read the rest...

...He came and addressed us in a priestly cassock and hood eyes decorated with sage’s spectacles shoes were those of a stage performer and carried big diary of chairman he talked in metaphors and i......Read the rest...

...What is beauty that beholds one looking through one's natural eye it's something so searchingly sought so deep brings tear to one's eye But specially so is a ladies eye it shows beauty so tran......Read the rest...

...She stared up, intently, watching the Peruvian skies pass composedly above. She was dazed and disorganised about the steps leading her hither. Her eyes descended upon her hands, hands that were dry a......Read the rest...

...Sharp, rocky, dangerous promontories, dark crashing violence maleficent down below. Weathering belligerent waves, sailors agonize increasingly, eyes straining, constantly calculating. Light s......Read the rest...

...Cry Wolf Searchingly, I peered into your sky painted eyes without fully understanding what I might find, but finding that which I might never fully understand. And now, My heart is adrift, like flot......Read the rest...

...NOW, WHERE ARE YOU At the first encounter No—one was really in sight, Except the tall dimly lit lamp post, Bent to our warm conversation And moths whose wings were never still. But now where are you......Read the rest...

...You know what? It's a brand new day! One more chance to get it right. What IT is, I haven't a clue, and you know what? Neither do you. We all wander in and out of daze, hardly aware of our ......Read the rest...