Storytellers Poems - Poems about Storytellers

...My father was born, Late on the eve of St. Patrick’s Day, Inspiring nurses to insist the babe’s name be Patrick, To which, my grandparents laughed and chose to obey. Decades later, When my pa......

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...We were born with the gift of healing in our blood, we did not become healers along life's winding path, We came as springs of solace, carrying the essence of healing like an ancient and sacred song......

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...There are three sides that form every triangle and not always are they of the same equal proportion. There can also be three sides of many a story told, and stitched with tenuous threads that loos......

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...Robert Sherriff, Australian Poet, Author, Singer, Actor, American Historian, Photographer Exploring the Legend of Billy the Kid In the annals of the Wild West, one name that continues to capti......

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...In the twilight of this dream world, where shadows whisper through the wind, I wander through corridors of reflection, each turn a portal to forgotten realms, The stars above, like ancient storytel......

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...In the twilight of my soul, where shadows whisper untold secrets, Our eyes meet, and in that fleeting moment, the universe unfolds, Filled with terrible confessions, like stars burning in a silent ......

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...Wiccan’s creed is to no one do harm to no animal, plant or human Is it weird that male storytellers were so fearful that a matriarchal society might come about that they turned them into witch......

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...Wiccan’s creed is to no one do harm to no animal, plant or human Is it weird that male storytellers were so fearful that a matriarchal society might come about that they turned them into witch......

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... You ignite the romance of my dreams. I wish to encroach your lips with my tasty sandwich of perfected rosemary teat. I'll make your brain immune to my soul so you become out of br......

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...What madness We are killing the healers and paying their killers Bound to the pound and signed our own fate Consuming its rot confiding in demons looting the land and soiling the seas The mother......

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...In the quiet corridors of my mind, where memory and flickering thoughts reside, we tell ourselves stories in order to live, to find meaning in the chaos, seeking sermons in the despair of loss, sea......

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...Father, who entrusted me with his mission of salvation Will provide me with labourers to realize this goal. Pondering, he roamed around in disciple formation. They will, like fish, gather to the k......

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...Like twins, we share markers of a common history, Civilization, and knowledge; a call for unity. The carcasses of slavery and the slave trade Are lost in the dust. O black water days. Colonizatio......

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...Breathe Again Did I truly accumulate years of experience, or were they merely years of monotonous repetition? The echoes of my past reverberate, etching pain into the fabric of my love life and work......

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...They say the sun has a way with searing our sights, maybe it just might, But stars could swoop through the obscurity, blazing in a sea of absence, Broadcasting its beams and banners like a scho......

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