Spires Poems - Poems about Spires

...Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery, While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea. "Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie, But AI forges kingdoms, in ephemeral memor......Read the rest...

...In the heart of the city's thrum, Amidst the rush and hum, I, a modern-day nomad, roam, Seeking treasures in concrete's dome. Once lost in the urban sprawl, Now found, heeding the city's call,......Read the rest...

...changing shifting perspecive shading reflective impulsive spots &slahes star sphere spires & broken lines ......Read the rest...

... pillars of creation obscured by darkness an evolution of mass stellar nurseries hydrogen helium gas ......Read the rest...

...The spires watch nightmares planned below, for citizenry Who should have no foe.' From within its boundry's They're to be fools on show, the first of April, auspisces Known.' The donkeys are leadi......Read the rest...

...When I plumb the depths of my throbbing heart All great moments before my eyes dart The good and bad ones I lived through The sweet and sour moments, quite a few. Life can’t always......Read the rest...

... Through the frosty forest we roam With our keen-edged tools in hand We seek the fairest Christmas tree That shall adorn our land We spy a pine with verdant boughs And spires of tender green ......Read the rest...

...The city above us reaches higher and higher tipped at the top in all its glory with iconic, prickly, spires, as long as air rights permit it. Build, tear down, rebuild, as the wheels below spin r......Read the rest...

...below the lake of placid calmness imbuing the ruse of ill-defined peace surging floodwaters of fate break through underground rivers enshrouded and silently hidden within self-made walls of ou......Read the rest...

... Written: November 11, 2023 ____________________________________________________ Zeal, which requires forbearance as its root, Akin to a home built upon sleek clay Yet, as brave ......Read the rest...

...I anticipate the first rays as morning draws near. The day approaches with an abundance of fear. I gaze into the depth of the cold darkness of night, Shyly waiting for the solace of days early lig......Read the rest...

...The waves are restless in their testimony... a Winslow Homer portrait of shifting shapes and size. So utterly rhythmic and mighty in their ceremony as they swallow the golden shore then form to ri......Read the rest...

...(I) I am the very tip of Byzantium’s jagged lance, the bridge between our forefather's fall and the luminosity of the our sons' golden age (II) I am the Antiochian knight burdened by Meh......Read the rest...

...There was a sickly tree In a barren clearing In a burning country On a mourning day. A wild crown of branches Haloed by concentric rings; A rising wave of spires and spindles lash......Read the rest...

...Sky liquid crashing Enshrined spires, reaching to air Petals everywhere......Read the rest...