Tripods Poems - Poems about Tripods

...No War No Protest! Colors of red, green, black, and white spread on the east side of one campus On the other a wave of white, and blue stars A flock has gathered The atmosphere seems peaceful......Read the rest...

... Written: February 15, 2024 ______________________________________ I ultimately rule over these stunning valleys, Elm trees with mossy brows line the alleys. Where distant......Read the rest...

...* This is about a scene from Steven Spielberg's "War of the Worlds" * ~ so ... that's it, then ... it's done - he's dead ... quiet ... finally ... I had to - the choice was ......Read the rest...

...The camera inside the picture concertina's time-lines into exclamation points. Antique tripods brace themselves, their quaint brass fittings help minds to adjust. Some turn a grooved infinity ......Read the rest...

...If we are to discover what is out there we must board the Holy Ghost, cleave the winds of time into gods and tridents, count the star clusters within us. Under seeking skulls: those white dome......Read the rest...

...By ways ambitious, and efforts grand, your goals like tripods on rocky ground they never walked or wandered neither far nor wide. At times under stormless blue lit skies or rakishly brash, bleak ......Read the rest...

...Dimensions of height, width and length The watery phases, of ice, liquid, vapor Life possibly is less after three days without water The Holy Trinity: Father, Son and Spirit We are a spirit, so......Read the rest...

...A weapon based affiliation is neither a cat cavern or a divided field. Marshals could be described as marshmallows as they are often rounded mush balls. Often a cape is found staring at a calender i......Read the rest...

...Take time to be experience and experienced to be lived. Life is everywhere it implies anything. The cruel we wish for others can turn out to be the future we are planning for our very selves. The eye......Read the rest...

...Through the telescope We view the planet Mars Explosions aplenty Leaving planetary scars Two nights pass As comets appear All over the world Do we panic or fear The very next morning Cyl......Read the rest...

...The seed implants in my head Leabing the wound of a school marked by the hand Once again it's caused misjudgment of me Conservation is lost So hold on...the ride is far too rough Scream so they ......Read the rest...