Shrouding Poems - Poems about Shrouding

... Rubicon Crossing Behold a young man in his late twenties Standing silently near the swampy sho......

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...Every night Sea rises at high tide His waves are like warm frothy fingers caressing Moon's golden glow on the shore It's a game they play with ebb and flow Hide and seek. She has a flirtacio......

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...“In the cold embrace of death, we come to realize the fragility of human existence.” Unknown ************************************************************** Th......

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... morning fog shrouding ghosts of his past......

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...In the Wake of Fear Some have fainted, collapsing in fright, While others are weeping, lost in the night. Tears of joy mixed with panic and dread, Flow from the heart, where fear once had sprea......

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...Line of inquiry: truth imbibed awaits assimilation we feel it in our bones in time dissolved meditation Early in the morning, when the world is still not awake, Shut to extern......

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... {"Hadn’t you known, or care to acknowledge that I am wholly fond of my life as of right now? I’m in love with the lighting that shoots and grazes my neighbor's balcony as I sit in front of my own......

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... Ebullient ecstasy cascades in the rolling valley of time, changes tenor with the reflection of the chromatic sky on the parchment of delightful dawn and dulcet dusk. On the sensuous cerulean......

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... {"To the ones who want to love me first, I don’t deserve you, and you don’t deserve me. It is vivid, enduring to every human, alluring at any foul play you want to scream what is right and wrong, i......

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...{"I wish somebody, some entity would’ve told me, even warned me with the intuitiveness that lies within the motherly instincts, the nature of humanity without malevolent reluctance. That lying in t......

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...{Three o'clock on a December afternoon, the sky is opaque as my nature has stood out, the rain drizzles down my windows and I am distinctly reminded how it once drizzled down my back; the lacquers o......

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...“To Edward Young” by Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock translation by Michael R. Burch Die, aged prophet: your crowning work your fulcrum; now tears of joy tremble on angel-lids as heaven extends ......

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...I walk o u t... I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer dissects my essence-fossil Passion a seismic rupture betwee......

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...I think this graham cake is like you Look, this top black layer is like The curse shrouding you But I believe that one day Someone will show up in your life It will loosen the soil Give you wat......

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...Mild mauve sky streams like lakes of blushing pearls weaving clouds of hope beneath my veiled tears, shrouding streaks of scarred sunsets with soft swirls. Mild mauve sky streams like lake......

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