Signets Poems - Poems about Signets

... Brother stream was my closest friend. sifting from my slag a few shinning gems. Putting the shine back into my heart after our dear mother departed. Brother stream, gently kneaded his sig......

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...A picturesque scene from my window this afternoon. Banishing all greying clouds, the sky is pastel blue. Radiating the sun's rays, rain was not seen for days. Astonishi......

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...Darius was the Medo-Persian king, Which means he was in charge of everything. One hundred twenty satraps gave account, So he would have an up-to-date amount; All this so that he might not suffer ......

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...As I went strolling through the park So blissful, so serene, I was awestruck, stopped in my tracks By the most enchanting scene! Beneath the draping curtain Of a Willow Tree's green Lay a gra......

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...Withering daffodils are unnoticed-- my attention shifting mid-spring to what’s new, more colorful. I try not to see the dandelions, glaring like headlights of oncoming traffic whose presence ......

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...Nature! Nature!Nature! What's thy art? Capture thee our heart, Delight with your gifts and never lasts; Trees of different height,  I view Free height of different hue, Land, high,low and plain ......

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...Half an hour catching stone swans on a very thin window ledge thirty foot from the ground is not a pleasant way to spend the afternoon. And neither is running at great speed down a heavily tarmacked ......

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...I can smell cherry blossom but the tree's are bare I can hear birds singing but there's only an aeroplane in the air I can see fish swimming but the river is lifeless and grey Now there is a ......

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...Along the canal bank I go, another day wandering just a quiet stroll. Watching the Swans as they happily glide past, wagging tails and a trail of five signets. This is my walk of sw......

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...may flowers are still beautiful taking their resolute resolve to shoot out to sprout with ever-new life they come home in beautiful colours like weaver-birds on the ancient trees all the clan claps &......

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...Turning this blank verse kaleidoscope towards The ageless mountaintops.... Sealed aneath sine die scrolls amid Probities as brass; calliope signets Upon the colligere pages yet to be cra......

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...Signets and swans on a lakeside terrain On bank for a pedestal high on the plain, Steeped on the side and I just can’t explain Why ducks who pretend they are swans once again. With tall hat and......

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