Tower Poems - Poems about Tower

Lattice of iron, reaching for a sky, that cradles clouds, and whispers of centuries. Not just a tower, but a symbol of aspiration, a skeletal dream, etched against the twilight, a monument to human ingenuity. The wind, a restless traveler, sighs through its frame, a metallic song, a chorus of the city, a whisper of the Seine's flow. Lights, a constellation, sparkling in the night, a beacon of romance, a spectacle of...

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a mane shake might shift perspective create an illusion of ~ precarious balance as flickers of the same construct momentarily separate into entities of their own it's possible to feel everything at...

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Song of the Highest Tower by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch Let it come, let it come, The day when all hearts love as one. I’ve endured so long That I’d even forgotten The pain and the terror. I’ve visited heaven, And yet a morbid thirst Still darkens my veins. Let it come, let it come, The day when all hearts love as one. Thus the...

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adrenaline rush through his veins beat like a drum races on a highway shadow dissolved in dark corner of his room his thoughts has consumed his refuge lost in the battle against his own fate lying on the ground, wounded but can’t say his cry for help never goes out of tower held captive in cell of his brain ...

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God scattered them Civilization began Government began....

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Make a wish I'll watch it come true While I sit here Making one too. I wished for love You wished for power Now I sit here Alone in my tower. My tower of sadness My tower of fears No one lies here Except me and my tears. I wished for love I broke the rules I broke my heart I've got no tools. I see you there In your kingdom of...

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Its not so hard to see the purity of nature Made not by human, life rejects control Imagine freedom is a real feature Not just a concept to excuse a tired soul Much steel and glass, and cement, what’s the plan? Is that the core of rationality we own? Why it is always tower has to stand If we can work...

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Allusion the word used it seemed out of place and wedged between repetition and simile. Her thick English sounding accent was as attractive as her Gorgous face and , she had more appeal then all the Ladies here combined! She was talking about writing and began bragging about the day she was in Windsor Canada and meet Feasty Broadway ( the world renewed) Musician and singer. She said...

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Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again Painting and repainting the future of our land with crooked hands Laughing at things as the world pass us by. Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again Writing us messages that have no bloodline. Although black oil runs in our veins like water of vegetation There...

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A dream for many a watch for some The Olympic journey, Here it comes!! It was in Paris, few days ago It rushed a shiver from the head to the toe. Flags carried through the Seine river The horse was galloping in the water, even the ring of the high...

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Block by block I'll build my towers, A flock of my toys are flowers, No clock would measure my play time, A knock on my door is a crime. The more I build the more it falls, It wore a beauty with no walls, The floor pities it with a room... whenever falling is its doom. Tho' fast wind speed keeps falling...

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The Ivory Tower the talk of the city, a seat of power, in want of pity, the clueless lack words, add adjective stirs, queues belated verbs, a scheme to wreck, your human nerves, guesswork's an illusion, stall tactics delusion, your decency challenged, you're thrown off-balanced, and insecure is definitely assured, they have control, your life they own, like a cat, they'll toy with you they'll tear you up and enjoy the view till...

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Euphoria in a lilac haze of love blossoms ~ the world askew!...

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Soft ivory pages, crisp and new. Insulated from the world's harsh truths, Snuggled in the comfort of rote learning, it waits. Protected from challenging ideas, Camouflaged as a bastion of knowledge, Ignoring sounds of a changing world outside. Each lesson absorbed, concepts released, The slightest spark of curiosity dimmed, Minds anchored to standardised forms. Slow to evolve, the system creaks. Returning to the safety of...

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Devils Tower Millennium ago, the elements exposed A magma-formed monolith protrusion; Nine hundred feet high without obstruction, On the rolling plains of Wyoming. Hexagonal columns of igneous rock, Gird the intrusion around; Where at the base scree accumulates, As pieces fall off the monument. Legend depicts a bear climbing the formation, In pursuit of children huddled on top, frightened, Columns etched in by the scrape of...

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