Vaults Poems - Poems about Vaults

In the dead of night, under celestial vaults of deep silence, The shadow of my soul intertwines with longing, In a dance of stars, spirals of time and dreaming, I hear my heart beating in rhythms of cosmic nostalgia. Through the dark forests of the mind, I wander aimlessly, On unseen paths, seeking meanings hidden beneath veils, In a world of...

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In the cathedral of my thoughts, words rise like incense smoke towards the vaults of the unknown, And I, a pilgrim through the labyrinth of my own consciousness, seek to catch moonbeams in a net, to weave from them the mantle of the ineffable. Ancestral voices resound from the depths, speaking of art that conquers time and...

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In the cathedral of silence, beneath the vaults of stars and shadows, A man opens his soul like an ancient parchment in the hands of a divine scribe. His words are forgotten runes, whispers of a world lost through time, And she, the enigmatic listener, becomes the priestess of understanding, the sanctuary of his hidden self. To every word...

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Yesterday's passing drifted shadow Added to our eclectic collected hoards A bittersweet cocktail of events and instances Confined captured and tangled cobwebbed corridors Of to the limbic labyrinth The older the memory The darker the recesses The further back filed and stored Within the canyon of the catacombs Where piled high-skeletonised cognitions and permutations Reside resulting in a sea of feelings...

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The atmosphere’s changing again and again With each moment comes a different season What I know now is unlike what I knew then And all of them line up with reasons Why Easter sets Out to grow and renew And how summer is a picnic basket Revolutions that vow to unfold to you Are soon put away deep in a casket The...

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whate'er the sun hunts up the sky is meant, as lace to grace the eye in dazzled dreams that dance a-sea and weep that fills the...

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REMEMBERING ?? 9/8/20. (Witten for Michele Embry Madison In memory of our dearestfriend Charlie Cooper) There are tears Sitting at the outside Corners of our eyes, grown cool now. They do not fall. They do not dry. There are tears with histories Living on in hearts, Aside...

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I. The Lost The sting of pain It never leaves! My heart It lingers… So vastly! So deeply! And the internal tears They continue too! Persistent Falling without a sound Abiding here Still Until, they are found Begrudgingly to quit Deliberate they fall Drip…drip……drip Like blood from a letting Into the abyss Reaching through a darkness To a never ending call Like icicles in a mist II. The Hope A new founding faith A shield A cocoon to swathe To embrace To...

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