Tympanum Poems - Poems about Tympanum

...Beneath the veil of twilight, time lets its shadow fall, It trickles like quicksilver through the unseen hourglass, The silent ticking follows us, we, the children of earth, Try to halt it with th......

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...The ceaseless beating of a drum, fast marks our days ‘til we are done. Our time will come, our time will come. Listen, listen, can you hear it? Growing louder as you near it, as men of courage......

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...'Tick', 'tock', 'tick', 'tock', the ticky-tocky click of the clock continued to beep 'Ree-raw', 'ree-raw', the roaring of the frogs was heard over and over in the deep I stood awake to solve a ri......

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...We poets are like everybody else Except that we have No members beneath That pours out honey and nectar. Now say that like the poet you are. Words like apples at the centre of the garden Belo......

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...Like two hungry wanderers, We met. I, from the direction You were set. I was cupping a story And all you had was beauty. I poured my powdery story On your breast And then on your head. W......

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...Grandma promised me a dove From her heart's inner deep To me to forever keep In my heart's nest Perfect for her sound rest Grandma setout among the clouds Thence millions cooed out loud Into......

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...(Reflections on A College Reunion) Too much of loveliness enfolds the ground I walked in youth, again in age, and I shall soon lie down beneath it as my spirit wafts above its art in clear salute ......

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...I am from a woman who stretched out her breath upon a hundred years, and strikes upon this day a distant voice, a thunder tympanum advancing low across the sky, a heartbeat rising from the earth, mor......

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...It is not the music, for one knows it in the heat that rises from a cool miasma, sardonic, self-igniting-- the one that ravages and never warms, consumes, and cannot care. Cold flame is of another a......

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...Above the roller-coaster rain clouds, there's a moment when the wing tip of the plane cuts seamlessly into serene blue as it banks over Chicago. It's a layover in the sunlit limbo of the hope isl......

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...Disrespected youth, bug guts on a windshield Happiness confronted with indifference Sealed with plastic, it crinkles my tympanum Washed aloft a cerulean sea Blankets keep me warm, not safe......

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...The frog jumps from pool to puddle... brain-death spark exhibits its unconscious species net no more heartbeats the cold amphibious skin is icy... scalpel dri......

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