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The Fates Poems - Poems about The Fates


The Fates' Unfortunate Flapping
The Fates, with their wings, quite a sight, Decided who'd win every fight. But their feathers got stuck, And they ran out of luck, "This destiny thing's just not right!" ©bfa032125 (Wings of Fate) ...

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Categories: the fates, film, fun, hilarious, humor,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member What Leave the Fates Decree
To Hades, black as ink, our souls shall sink, And all our lives are gone within a wink! Yet fleeting! E’er so fleeting! Though it be, So well we love what leave the Fates decree. ...

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Categories: the fates, angst, courage, dark, death,
Form: Couplet



Premium Member Whither The Fates Carry
Whither The Fates Carry Anchors aweigh in 1609, Anno Domini! A convoy of ships laden with cargo set sail, And departed Plymouth harbour to cross the Atlantic For Jamestown, Virginia in the New World. But a hurricane wreaked havoc in the Sargasso Pitching and rolling the vessels in the maelstrom. The flagship Sea Venture struggled to stay course Until separated from the others...

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Categories: the fates, fate, history, ocean, storm,
Form: Verse
Premium Member The Fates: a Naani
The three Sisters Are weaving ~ Caring not for your life; Caring only for Their pattern....

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Categories: the fates, mythology,
Form: Verse
The Fates of Plates
Two fresh plates to adorn my humble chariot. The one on top had the honor of being mounted at the front, as my customary parking pattern is to back into a space on the far side of the garage. But soft ... was it an honor? To be figurehead, first to see, noble vanguard, and yet, bombarded for countless hours by suicidal...

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Categories: the fates, destiny, fate, life,
Form: Free verse



When the Fates Allow
I don’t write sonnets, or limerick verse I don’t write haiku, though often terse I don’t write ballads, or Horatian odes I don’t write parables, to self-implode But I do write in rhythm, and often in rhyme With meaning that’s buried, and metered in time All verbal indenture, I must disavow For the meaning to...

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Categories: the fates, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Yucatan, Et Cetera
Yucatan, etc. Cortez, DeMille are gone. It's now the locus of postgraduate honeymoons, urban fugues, a minor literary genre. Knowledge and ejection predispose us to technological parody-- antique busses, burros, plumbing, pyramids-- as if nothing ever caught on. There is no CHRONOLOGY, the pace and mores are too counterproductive-- poster Indians pee along the road, the women never dust. We like the Sartrean-Spanish askewness-- bugs, sex, dysentery, moonlight-- as if,...

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Categories: the fates, fate, holiday, irony, leaving,
Form: Free verse
The Fates
I watch the morning people Freshly showered and caffeined As they head into their day While somewhere all the fates convened… Deciding who would sink or swim Or who would rise above, Whose health or job would suffer Or who’d find that one true love. Each daybreak holds such promise But as hours tick away, We realize most of life takes place Where we have zero...

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Categories: the fates, fate, life,
Form: Rhyme
When the Fates Allow
I don’t write Sonnets, or Limerick verse I don’t write Haiku, though often terse I don’t write Ballads, or Horacian Odes I don’t write Parables, to self-implode But I do write in Rhythm, and often in Rhyme With meaning that’s buried, and metered in time All verbal indenture, I must disavow For the meaning to...

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Categories: the fates, writing, , fate,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Let the Fates Take Me
Let The Fates Take Me Please do not help me find my way I do not think you could if you tried I like not knowing where I am going I like not knowing where I am I like not knowing where I have been So many questions down each road Too many turns to make wisely Not so many as to make...

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Categories: the fates, faith, joy, , fate,
Form: Free verse
The Fates
A new sunrise, a new time, a new day Sunsets past, just a memory, time gone. Yesterday we cannot live for, or pray Tomorrows, there are many more, not none. One body, one mind, one love, never late The fates cruel, or be they kind instead. To never love, how wrong, was that our fate? To die unknown alone in a large...

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Categories: the fates, love, love hurts, ,
Form: Sonnet

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