Slanting Poems - Poems about Slanting

...Your Rain was tears on my window pane - the first poem of yours I had seen - pain-drops spattered a snow-blank expanse, grief-blue with regret and what should have been. I thought me......

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...Christmas is a long song sung in winter, An epic poem written with white quill feather pen and Gold ink, and on clouds of paper, Beginning from a sneezing December to a Dizzying twelfth-calendar ......

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...By calm childhood's brook, shafts of brash, slanting light shone through a dewy mist. From a stone, there I spied, descending from a thread, dawn's angel from the dark.......

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... Oh Moon, the shining lantern of the sky! The brightest light set ablaze in the dark! Glorious boon, heaven freely granted! Committed guardian of the night! You appear each night to lead the w......

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...Wrap me in dreams, like a canvas of stars draped over my soul, When the rain weaves its silver silk on windows like a veil of silence, The cold gathers us like birds under the same sky, caressed by......

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...as waterfalls tear* down my sheer cliffs – sculpted by time’s relentless tide defying the laws of nature my age undefined; hidden towering over my world – a beacon for lost souls enduring … ......

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...The sun on this September afternoon is not quite what it might have been in June, but hot enough. My barman’s chatting on, while somewhere, some lopsided carillon is clanging tunelessly. I’m in t......

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... DORMANT DREAMS, INTENSE - THEIR YEARNINGS The night has erupted in a thunderous bedlam. As it comes crashing, an unrelenting downpour, volcanic its intensity, lashing out its love......

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...Dust shrouds the peeling varnish on the old church pew as Noah (first of his namesake, last of his namesake) thumbs an overripe orange in his patchwork coat pocket. The preacher, made an obelisk ......

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...The sun, a brass gong, a brassy, blazing command, it wakes the world, with a fiery, golden hand. The air, a hesitant breath, in a nascent, cool embrace, now exhales, warming with the sun's g......

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... What do you see when you see trees? My eyes travel each trunk and branch. With feathered leaves in blowing breeze till the chipper comes with a cranch! Your details shine with luminesce......

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...What do you see when you see trees? My eyes travel each trunk and branch. With feathered leaves in blowing breeze till the chipper comes with a cranch! Your details shine with luminescenc......

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...Another fine spring day gently dying, Subtle variegated colors and Tender vivid greens are dappled now With golden flecks and dollops of buttery sunlight. Shadows begin their mysterious, meticulo......

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... The charcoal cloud miasmic, melts in the ashen scorched sky, summer drizzle descends with the fascinating flotilla that floats in the arid air. The seeping spectrum of the setting scarl......

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... Written: May 20, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell  splendid summer shoreli......

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