The Fates Poems - Poems about The Fates

The woman was a prophet, though many forgot it. She read the fates for others, she helped many lovers. Never once did she look into her own soul, she never tried to find what would make her whole. But one day, she wished on a star— that she could find a love that would go far. A man with a long beard prophesied...

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She bears the weight of life in her womb In quiet fortitude and strength in silence Love flows from her hands, boundless, true With every breath, she nurtures, she creates A force of nature, shaping destinies and fates In her heart, the universe is spun, A mother, a warrior, whose battles are never undone Through life's storms, through...

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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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The ending hard The ending mean Your future soiled But memory clean Your back bent over Your steps misplaced Your speech a murmur But one last ace ... A Robin sits Upon your arm And sings of times Forgotten charm And takes your last Begotten breath Upon its wings To fates — regret (Dreamsleep: December, 2024) ...

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Birds sing Grass is green The air smells of new springtime spice Soft rains Come at night It's nice to live in paradise Air's pure Water's clear Then at last New York City calls Fast train First class cruise All while the Eiffel Tower falls Courts rule Crimes set forth And then they prove one is insane Get caught No escape Hung on the wall, wrapped in chain Souls lost Spirits gone Life itself becomes...

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If ‘Beethoven’s Fifth’ foretold fate Rapping on humanity’s door, Then what were Napoleon’s armies for? When we challenge fate By declaring war, What dire results do we ignore? Are all our beliefs And Holy Scriptures, Based on misheard 'Chinese whispers'? ...

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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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The three Sisters Are weaving ~ Caring not for your life; Caring only for Their pattern....

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Almost all people just try to steer their own life cars in their own ways, few, through wide highways, a great number, through narrow lanes with no gains but in too many pains so they all swear at not what they haven't done that they should have done, but at their own fates...

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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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I dream of you late at night. Far away in the darkness you stand. Surrounded by a glowing light. But I can not see your face. Each night you take one step closer. And your face is becoming clearer. The closer you come the brighter the light glows. An energy of love and healing. As the nights pass the more I long...

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first herd was the path to get crowd immunity, get rid of COVID second herd must live with it now, all in the herd get it...

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what happened just now is what I had dreamt about it was déjà rêvé my brain churned through memories to predict perchance fated...

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Age's bloodiest showdown looms, Or such it seems by its lurid form; Spirit's sharpest arrows must fly Swifter than is their agile-witted norm. Now Armageddon's most savage sword Cruelest aim of softest landings takes, Though target's dexterous fightback Its most foolproof arsenals stakes. Thus unfolds time's deadliest flare Under high heaven's beneficences; Watching on with an eye...

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The Three Fates by Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2021 Sometimes, I wake up in the morning three women on my...

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