Sentries Poems - Poems about Sentries

...In the frostbitten belly of Russia’s spine, Where the stars are mute and the sun won’t shine, A man with chains and a shattered past, Counts the heartbeats that may be his last. He once wore la......

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...Humanity suffers, totalitarianism reigns, Vanity crushes our personal gains, Mankind is weeping and working as slaves, Those who refuse are remembered in graves. This is the fate of the people ......

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...A garden of love and hope, woven with silk and ethereal threads Handcrafted by the creator, with unmatched skills and snowy beards The Divine, seated on high, with golden hairs aglow, The garden ......

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... Eons ago I felt my birth, as my two parents collided, and I arrived -crumpled and folded upward rugged and jagged with a body of ever-changing rock. Unlike the ordinary human child, I don’t ev......

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...I don't want to wander those places where our footsteps have long since passed, Down shaded alleys where our memories whisper and stand guard like stone sentries, I no longer wish to hear those son......

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...In a never sleeping metropolis, In the dungeon of a room, My days and nights are locked! I am a traveler on a street, with no end in sight, But just the bustle of the moving crowd, And a handfu......

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...If you asked I would tell you of my secrets Soft furry things that comfort weary souls Harsh thorns rebuffing prying doubts Stoic sentries peering through stone eyes Cold lips that scorn the warm......

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...Freshly liberated from an overgrown bushy trail, I saw myself skimming waist-deep in Lavender, Sentries to the rear, Hollyhocks, and Foxgloves, Bougainvillea to the left and, to the ri......

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...Beth And Happiness * Beth lay in her bed Waiting for a good night Sleep to begin. * Her adorable feline Guardians Sophie and Kisa Her endearing canine Guardian Meika They are with Beth keep......

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...I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors, An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers. I worked daily at this irresistible p......

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...I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail, As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail. I had tramped so many interesting paths......

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...Twinkling stars were receding rapidly, as I had always known they would, When rouge sun touched the eastern sky, to color a whole neighborhood. The timid alabaster moon was in hiding, taking with......

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...When I walk among the trees with their branches stretching high into the air I think of all the wonders they have seen…all the wisdom stored in there. In all the years they’ve spent listening as ......

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...I was once an idealistic young soldier, who was very new to the occupation, Trying to preserve freedom, and way of life, like the golden sun, at creation. Yet, the times were very troubled, becau......

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...There are a multitude of reasons why I like to take a walk before the sun appears…before the neighborhood’s awake. One has to be the silence…out here walking totally on my own Is the first place......

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