Streamed Poems - Poems about Streamed

..."Eons back, we feared the petal's grace, called beauty pride, and named it place" "Mistakes were made, but wisdom stayed" said Thallorin,"not every path must be replayed". Each bloom now unders......

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...In the mine of silence, within the furnace of pain, a burning soul, prepares for a tremendous explosion! The mantle rocks fractured by the tre......

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... Each month a craft fair, is held at Pyree Fields in the open air. All the local crafters are there, proudly showing off their homemade fare. Behind each stall, a pair of eyes stares, hoping......

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... TIME TO BE LIKE BEES (A Freestyle Tanka Quintet) Once feared allergy, back in 1963, gave wisdom to me: Learned from the sting of a bee; we need hiving unity:- Researching bee ......

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...hey, check it out (apropos of baited political hooks) being schooled can keep you book hooked but being learned can hook you up to a free mind… schools of fish are fooled by baited h......

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...That day on Earth was filled with fun, The weather was mild and clement. The sun beamed down with gentle grace, Cool air had just chased off the rain. That party brimmed with food and beer, We......

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...Love’s nectar sipped, soul’s thirst quenched, breathless thus in bliss mists drenched, happenstance when we’re in trance, God making erect our stance. In the zone beyond space-time, i......

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......A jolt ran though the broken men, like wraiths they rose, streamed for the door, Gobayth waved them on until nobody remained anymore. They raced on towards the small hut where all of the pick......

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...On January’s bright and sunny afternoon, A son was born beneath a golden sun. But in my heart, as a mother I knew, Something hidden, not yet true. Through months of change, my thoughts would ra......

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...Grief never leaves you; memories keep loved ones close to your heart . Quote by poet. John and his young wife Maria had been apart for a year now, but every week he'd drive across......

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...Down where the privet hedge blooms And doves sing their coos A woman feeds the birds Now her life resumes God's love is an ocean And mine a small-streamed river The tide comes in ......

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...The mind hangs in silence, All is stilled, thoughts lingering Lazily, as if in cosmic animation; No words drip from the faucet that once Streamed waters of creation, and now is Only empty air ......

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...Emboldened by whispers, echoes curdled in algorithmic rot— electronic voices hiss their sermons, venom soaked in coded politeness, dripping beneath polished avatars. Hate seeps through curate......

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...Blue, the color of the ocean, mirrors the tears that streamed down my face when you said goodbye. It's the hue of the lies I told, the hidden pain that the world never saw, the ache in my heart w......

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...An immigrant nation Imprisoning immigrants Not equally born or not born Of its natives and considered Criminals is indeed oxymoronic In a country founded by immigrants Thru usurping and upro......

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