Setting Poems - Poems about Setting

What killed the Cat was not ‘Curiosity’ ~ ‘Twas the ferocity of the Rat ...

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A crimson sky breaks the distant shore, The village Elder telling a story of folklore, The children laugh and play joyfully, Their laughs echoing happily, The mothers hold their babies close, Families sitting by the fire, with the ones they love most, Nearby owls listen in a tree, “Cloaked by the night, they’re not scared, they’re free”, A distant howl, travels to their...

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heart ~ a wild collage of gold-smeared skies pressed within oil-washed layers of breathing melancholy as leaves curled in cashmere greens trace condensed contours between ...

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Long ago, there were the halcyon days we once knew when we were young - gone like dollar matinees when from tree branches we swung. I remembered the dire words of song, that said changes in the weather are often known to come on strong, as I watched the dark clouds gather. You tell me that this storm has passed, but should...

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Professor: Setting is inducing trust that as a writer you are not volatile, nor giving lesser detailed thought about those knick knack, mundane also. can you give me an example Johny? Johny: Certainly , can I ask the narrator type? professor: say, camera setting... Johny : genre? professor : prose poem, light hearted or serious, both will do. Johny...

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Abandoning the expected, you’ll find clarity in chaos, allowing our minds lens to transform, tune in, brighten Believing in you is being just you, the simplicity of you, encumbering cobwebs prevent life’s force from filtering thru Changing unnecessary innateness which blinds minds, ...

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Precedent setting the stage for kerning and tracking piqued my interest Just before logging off for the day, and ready to boogie out of the joint an email landed squarely in my inbox cordially inviting me into the management office accompanied by the buzz of my cell phone: (cue the sound of ominous music): I unexpectedly got called expecting to be handed...

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The sun setting in horizon Is like a deep sunken eyes Looking beyond the sight grazing As its rays too many lining Penetrating the farthest outreach Only to find its beauty fading Like the beauty of woman waning As age also waning its chances Too gone are days of youngness So sun setting is life's ending....

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The setting sun weaves a poem, blossoming unsung trochaic along the river basin (Nurulhuda Junction. Teesta) Sometimes it feels quite an estranged thought to realise that living is a mundane day to day thing to sustain. The welfare causes are demanding all those intricate , subtle personal delicate feelings, into a powermonger possessive expositional ownership, for no...

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Ogden Nash penned these two lines ‘How odd of God to choose the Jews’ My reply across the times ‘God would...

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"Instead of expressing exasperation, think toleration." ...

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The gentle glow of candlelight A glass of champagne to uplift my spirit The hypnotic strains of Mozart in the background Moonlight streaming through the open window A soft breeze caressing my skin Transport me to a romantic mood When sweet poetry flows through my pen.....

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December 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Corinthians 12-14 Key Verse – 1Corinthians 12:18 But now hath God set the members every one of them in the body, as it hath pleased him. PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SETTING US AS IT HAS PLEASED HIM Praise be to God for setting us as it has pleased...

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Out of the autumnal cold you arrive, humbly individuals and families come in. We're setting the linen table, your burdensome famish ends here. Feast with thanksgiving and God's Gospel. ~...

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The setting sun Can eastward turn no more Nor recent path retrace To blaze again Throughout some re-run day Nor spring-fresh leaf Relive its glory In autumn frost Nor waning flower Remake its beauty pure To live again The splendour of its perfect hour. And who of man Can turn the clock of time To tread once more The ways of years gone by To live again a...

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