Short Repository Poems
Short Repository Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Repository by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Repository by length and keyword.
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The Wardrobe.
shrine of memories,
disguise dressing room...
Guards my life
daily,
festive,
funeral...
Each outfit a character....
A cross-dressing artist,
but never repository
of me... naked... natural!
For no crime,
I was sentenced
To four years
Repository of knowledge,
With hard labor
Five years of sentenced served,
I peeped into morrow,
Hoping to be free
Like the caged bird,
But it seemed today
Would never come!
M: Methodology
O: of
T: treatments
H: humoresque
E: etymology
R: repository.
Mum, you are only one you tolerated pain of my birth.
Related ideology is a passage of love and enjoyable myth.
A cycle of growth, you and me and me and you are all kith,
Over the centuries, a male and female has time swathe.
the unconscious a source of images&action in disguise& gesture with slips of tongue interpreted with simile& metaphor of libidinal desire listening to the unsound made loud out of view of id&ego impulses exposed as universal symbols in the repository of memory by the fiction of dream&myth transitioned into the realm of reality
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A
Re
Turn.
Drop
Reward
Trophies
Accolade
Affirmation
Expectation
All applause
Re
Run
Train
To live
To give
In
To
The
Seed
Return
Reward
Accolade
Applause
A dissolve
Stay there
Stray not
return to
Home
drop
In
to
The
Source
The store
Repository
It contains
The seeds
Seasons
and the
Crop.
The butterfly pauses on a sunny
rock.
Warmed by God's breath and touch.
Then in winged ecstasy, begins his day
Exquisitely, in monarch butterfly way.
Just....to be sailing is his glory.
He needs no reviews....as...
Perfection is his repository!
4/6/2023
Boxed In
An unassuming, stone cold Ossuary !
In this place, the bones of my Soul lay .
Them - my spirit will carry
into a void, a black hole - to stay
for all of enternity -
that seems to be - fate for me
a repository
where one may find the story
of all -
who, with loves lost - suffer - no glory
as we await the call .
B. J. "A" 2
February 21st 2012
dreary eyed, musky languor- tassels tight
a loose walk paraded by looser convictions
an acquaintance of that sad, lowly height
that alluded odysseys and several hymns
open window, surely dries out the stink
encroached in the room shadows and fleas
the zeitgeist of this area; to even think
flowers and dewdrops burly trees; to seize
the thought, it lingers, but only so little
too soon, to even land a misty eyed dream.
reality dawns
in my mind
a thread
runs through reason
a repository
& reference point
in imagination’s flight
seeing what’s there to see
a single tree in the forest
of my mind’s eye
a defining moment
inner feelings fly free
seeing things in reality
sharing the intimate
every ready to explore
the pathos of life
Who will deliver me
from this lonely path
talking writ aloud
to please myself
Is there always one verse
you still have yet to write
And if not—what’s the point
of it all
Are you the repository of
all you have felt
Or the dealer and merchant
of lies
Are your thoughts tattooed onto
your immortal soul
With your feelings exposed
or held back
Are the words disconnected
from the ink in your veins
Do you live within
all that you’ve said
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
The weeping came late
After we lost the pearl of heart
With the cruel twist of fate
Death arrived and made us part.
Voices cry when anguish dictates,
The unheard, unanswered repository.
Where the cold wind breathes
A message exhales into the foggy fray.
Sadly, beautiful I remember the day,
Freedom is the essence of despair,
We were sad when you went away,
Delirious and unaware.
How time releases the brave soul
And gave joy to the eyes of the world