Sentinel Poems - Poems about Sentinel

I am a lone tree, An ancient sentinel rooted deep Whispering songs of the past on the breeze. I am a stick of dynamite, a fuse burning low An explosion of feelings, just waiting to blow. I am a bearer of bad news, Hive mind of demons. Thought they would fade in the rearview, the demons But they still cling to me,...

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The petulant midday sun Raging, blazing, vindictive orbit at its zenith It's blinding glare, a white hot disc Scorching and oppressive Over the earth and living ones A merciless sentinel in the cerulean sky Wrapping us in its stifling embrace A shimmering mirage dancing in the air. ...

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________________________________________ Life Changing In these quiet woods, as shadows spread, Timorous leaves whisper my secrets to the breeze. A sentinel of time I am among the malus trees. My roots run deep in my seed’s homestead. -- I stir under the warm sun anew. My blossoms blooming bouquets of pink petals fair, I stand in...

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In a great, entangled forest, stands a metal monster— An impossibility of nature, made by man. Alone; Broken—it looms over all things natural And asserts its right over the creatures that belong. They do not look to him (this fake, metal being) — It cannot even breathe or make noise! Apart from the gears whirring in its machine form. It is hated...

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POEM TITLE: MIDNIGHT MELANCHOLY In the stillness of the night, I find solace, As darkness descends, a melancholy embrace. The moon, a lonely sentinel in the sky, Casting its pale light, as time slips by. A symphony of silence, whispers in the air, Midnight's melancholy, a burden hard to bear. The stars, like tears, twinkle in the...

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snowy owl's feathers, soft and white as winter snow, silent sentinel…...

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In a timeless time In an unmeasured space It observed and regulated From Its appointed place. There were twenty seven universe To which It held the key, Twenty seven parallels where It was obliged to be. And It moved from plane to plane Instantly changing form Automatically choosing The current plane norm, Carrying out adjustments Making the odd repair Adjusting ecosystems As required here and there. In some planes...

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wind wisps dark locks from her brow green eyes gaze across saguaro spiked slopes over sticks and stucco where once was a river and corn grew tall her mama's native blood her dad's rugged heart she belongs to this land pushed her baby up this mountain where two centuries ago sentinels kept guard now come here to see sticks and stucco grow and watch...

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"Same ol', same ol'!", Cries the Sentinel. "He pits the parties To perfect His will In His heavens, And on His Earth!" "I trust Him to do the right thing More than I trust my own judgment." "Same ol', same ol'!", Cries the Sentinel. "Their moral high-rank Is only a Mirage, Tricking a thirsty soul That its way is safe!" "I trust Him to guide my footsteps More...

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Some lover's jealousies are such a tight squeezing embrace that the loved one can't help feeling coiled and embroiled like in the grip of a loving beast or literally a bear's hug And which makes her sigh, why God ever chose to model her into a beauty For the near perfection of her face and figure highlights to him his imperfections such that...

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One is inhibited when to grasp for her without care without pity, a stark reminder for those with intent for behold a portrait of nature when to gaze upon the blushing Rose at home amongst her guardian thorns a rural delight nurtured in the city in grounds of remembrance for there she sparkles, as she fabricates the scented air basks in the sunrise shimmers in dawn’s breaking dew. ©...

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Monkey business “I say how about breakfast at The New Farmer’s” Our day of picking and consuming done no hunger induced nightmares, we rest dusk to dawn check on the young ones. Are we all here? tomorrow we return for another early breakfast at The New Farmers' it's sugar cane on the menu well done, defoliated by fire sweet smell of wild honey a hive...

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Tides, die on the beach... Birds ...

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On edge of time known Standing strong against the storm Sentinel of stone Watcher of the sea Foreboder of the danger Shallow reef unseen You can never sleep When blows a raging tempest The vigil you keep Beacon in the night Savior of many a soul Brought home by your light...

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EPIC Born in the Bronx wanted to serve his country as a teen. He was a misfit though skinny and lean impoverished body. So lean. EPIC Had a great patriotic attitude and humanitarian in his heart willing to do his part. And though his clothes hanging off him yet he worn them in pride his need to heal of his...

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