Vaulted Poems - Poems about Vaulted

...Inspiration is soothing. Like a breeze that lands it’s crisp wings on the perspiration on your skin. Like a deep breath after holding no air in your lungs too long. Like a long awaited cup o......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

... Under Florentine sunsets, once home to maestros and Pope's, Ruled Medicis shallow ego, carved in marble from impassioned breasts, A Renaissance of heart creating visions of Man's Hope's, Donat......Read the rest...

... For manic, listless, bipolar, mad souls, the rate of solitude increases fast, like the second derivative; to last, velocity accelerates near black holes, which tug light into sin......Read the rest...

...In Ouachita's murmurs, where pine needles sigh, I trace the mountains' ancient, weathered crown. Silvered river forgotten secrets float by, And fills my heart, a sonorous chamber now. A flame i......Read the rest...

... Its wings resemble the splendor of ribbed gothic windows. Yet neither Chartres nor Notre Dame, those buttressed monoliths of stone and glass, compare to the monarch’s divine architectur......Read the rest...

...In the vaulted sky where thunder roars, Clouds rupture with a mighty force. Lightning dances, a fiery waltz, As rain descends in soothing salts. The heart, too, can rupture deep, In agony and ......Read the rest...

... Inside this temple made of brick and clay the many shades of your heart are the prisms of my soul Pinioned and shackled to your fires we are vaulted by our own desires two lovers b......Read the rest...

... "I will set you on my breath so YOU will become my life." Rumi Inside this temple made of brick and clay the many shades of your heart are the prisms of my soul Pinion......Read the rest...

...they promised to find him among mortal they wished to find him one spoke of him as if he had seen and spoke to him then he reported that he had been deceived and called the person a true Sat......Read the rest...

... The wind blows across empty cattle yards and tailing mounds from old copper mines, across open spaces that spread beyond boundary fences and the reach of railway lines, way out past t......Read the rest...

... * This has become a fave genre for me, as I’ve always been fascinated by metamorphosis and introspection of a shadowy nature … I hope you enjoy it. * ~ ruin of me … what was......Read the rest...

...After a long flight our plane is about to touch down The city of Paris awaits so many new memories about to be found Off to the Eiffel Tower for dinner a month watering culinary delight Just the......Read the rest...

...Shore lights buttress the sky's vaulted dark and shed a solemn hush along the river's reach. Set upon a calm, fishing boats drift the night towing lines of vicious hooks. Below them, the ......Read the rest...

...Broken bottles glitter on the swollen concrete before the door. His smiling face in fractals of the glass window. His counter, sun-wrecked and water stained hold his familiar hands. The floor i......Read the rest...