Vault Poems - Poems about Vault

Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceptive beacon, Authority entices the shadows, drawing the basest elements of our kind, Throughout history, humanity has been shackled by the dregs of the world, slaves to their own decay, They endure any humiliation, commit any vile act, just to taste the nectar of domination. The wretched remnants...

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Under the vast vault of the night, the story unfolds, A silver river winding through deep dreams, The moon, a silent dancer, spins on the canvas of the sky, The breeze whispers prayers that have traveled through time. The waves of life carry us like leaves on water, We, travelers without a compass, gaze at the infinite sky, We invoke a...

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The moon casts its silver vault over the ruins of modernity, Where the souls of conservatives and progressives meet in an endless dance, Of mistakes and traditions, I find myself carried on the wings of a stream of consciousness, Contemplating the contradictions that define our ephemeral existence. The progressive, with his heart of fire, steps forward, without looking back, Embracing...

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To have a holiday named for you, you must be greatest we ever knew. You must be the bestest of the best - one who eclipses all the rest. Some say, when all is said and done, no one beats George Washington. Others lift their voices in praise to sing of the Reverend Martin Luther King. But who's the best at running...

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Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceitful beacon, Authority tempts the shadows, alluring the lowest elements of our kind, Throughout history, humanity has been shackled by the dregs of the world, slaves to its own decline, They endure any indignity, commit any vile act, just to taste the nectar of dominion. The world's wretched...

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How does Mondo while the time up there, As he soars high in the sky of blue? Why, he visits Mary Poppins there, Along with clouds, and lovely birds too....

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I sat, uninspired, in my condo. When on TV, no routine John Doe Flew above a balloon And then over the moon, That amazing pole vaulter, Mondo....

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Under the vault of eternal stars, where strings of light sing the ballads of infinity, Two kinds of people are born, woven into the fabric of the cosmic destiny, Most people are those who cannot think, only believe, They do not open to reason, but only to the enchantments of authority, which envelops their fears in a mystic...

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Beneath the starry vault of memory, your voice lays down Like a blanket of marble weathered by long-forgotten deities. I've allowed my hopes to be gently polished By the eternal warmth of your words, over the seas of my shipwrecked dreams. In the fragile surprise of an unexpected blessing, I sought to grow stillness among the inked rocks of despair, As...

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Beneath the arched vault of infinity, immerse yourself in the mystified blue, Where loneliness utters incantations in silent reverberations With a tempered voice, In melodies of screaming blue, divine sarabandes, Deep tones from a subtle bass, dotted with electrum sparks. Listen in the azure penumbra to the bright furies of stillness, The piercing, insinuating hiss of a voice in indigo and...

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When l look back on my life The moments l tend to remember Are ones of pure unconditional kindness So pure and tender Locked away in my hearts vault Available, safe and sound When feeling disappointed or disillusioned I open that vault…..restoring my faith abound ...

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Peonies plum and white on the table of grace at nigh sundown's scarlet; greet the hour with fragrance as dusk becomes starlit. Peonies plum and white bring joy to the evening of gold tinged memory, from the gemmed purple vault of old time's treasury. Peonies plum and white from the sunlit glory of peach, satin breezes; frills in vanity's vase with a charm that pleases. Peonies plum and white in a...

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Beneath the diaphanous vault where shadow and humanity dissolve, The fabric of nature unravels into an inscrutable residue of secrets, Far from the world’s gaze, in the salt of the wilderness, a different essence is born, Even bare sterility embraces the enigma that deceives and soothes us. From the illusion of light-years, a whiff of earth mixed with saffron, Nature...

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Under the vault of memory, where silences are dressed in echoes, I beg you, let your memory dance among us, unbounded. When I open your book, a collection of fragments, My hand navigates through pages, and time dilates Until an insignificant moment bends me, And I find myself embraced by a fleeting vision, A spark of longing decades old, in a...

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Under the vault of shadow of unfulfilled love, The sweet poison becomes the purpose of bitter days, When the heart, caught in the tender dance of beginnings, Gradually sinks into the labyrinth of forced intimacy. A flight that seemed to reach for the heavens, in fact descends into the abyss, Turning passion into a lost mechanical rhythm, A dream turned into...

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