Vigil Poems - Poems about Vigil

THE WAKE WITHOUT VIGIL Time longer than rope Chokes hearts dangling In the reality of struggle:- Grieving mothers and widows Veil their grief in sagging bosoms As they wail in excruciating silence:- Fragments of men, void of hope, View and count communal graves Swelling with dirt burying the dead:- (Buried are “The Wretched Of...

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In this charming retreat, the silence of nature and hills talk to me, whispers of forgotten tales in the breeze, of hidden secrets of times bygone, an era of luxury and grandeur, where every stone holds a story untold. In the marble statues and king-size portraits, etched in elegance, they gaze through time, their faces frozen in an eternal grace, gripping the pulse of...

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Time longer than rope Chokes hearts dangling In the reality of struggle:- Grieving mothers and widows Veil their grief in sagging bosoms As they wail in excruciating silence:- Fragments of men, void of hope, View and count communal graves Swelling with dirt burying the dead:- (Buried are “The Wretched Of The Earth”) In the neap tides of sorrows, Mourners wade the airy blood Of the children of...

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Through the curtain chink a ray Shines across the darkened room At the end of sunless day Snow had fallen in the gloom Later on it will melt down But the early snow is there Is it warm, or cold in town Can be either way, who cares Clocks are ticking in the night Time goes by, I'm sitting still Looking at the...

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My life depends on utter defeat to this implacable foe. Yet, my anguish contends to strike him a fatal blow. He was born from my dream, to stand vigil for the light. Now in confrontation, I am in awe of his might. He is the watcher on the wall, the sentinel at the gate. He is Atlas bearing heaven, the...

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Sitting death a corpse of times loss in drips I'll wait, she said in eons voice while zealots rage His source of pride lay as dust once adorned Pendulums swing marking time dresses in rust Her echo of words speaks in his minds hollow Soon the decay will banish her to tumble The bend of limbs absent flesh to move The signs...

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Today is here, tomorrow is never promised, Yesterday is gone , but never forgotten. Things happen for a reason no matter the season. All good things come to those who wait, never does it it hesitate. Green and blue, black and gray blessed to have another day. So remember today, pray for tomorrow, learn from the past or...

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falling all around, falling down, and knees ‘pon Autumn’s pile of shapeless silence, waiting for news....

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Keep your vigil, whispers of gray – Speak of what I do understand. Assault the evil glare of day; It doesn’t speak for my heart – Rather for the city made of stone Which knows no bounds of hate. On this day, I’ve fallen asunder; No love for the pieces that remain. This day has nothing to offer. Your neutrality fills me whole; Share my...

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Soul learning goes on, until ego’s shorn, desires negated and fears sedated. Since we're now alive, it means desires thrive, suppressed but not dead, still by our heart fed. Let's not self-appraise pastures where fears graze within our body, filled with thoughts shoddy. Make mindful our eye, lest later we sigh, on life's gift wasted, bliss never tasted. 28-October-2022...

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Slowly I am awakened to the echoing sound of dripping into standing water within the confines of the cave.Water oozing through a miniscule aperture after last night's rain or condensation making its way down a stalagtite. I can see through the opening to the east that the sun is coming to life.The sullen nights...

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there was a vigil effect had been residual Trump appeared regal...

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Mom and Dad, holding paper hearts, come to life in this photo taken on their 60th Anniversary. On the second line of this poem love-s-miles can be read two ways. Love smiles for the time my parents were together or Love’s miles since Mom passed away. SNAP SHOT KEEPS VIGIL each holding their hearts love-s-miles in 3d...

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The stillness of her sleeping form outlined against my bedroom wall. The feather tic tossed in restless sleep Blocked my access underneath for the doll, I sought to comfort me. As I crept across the floor. Our breath attuned in synchronous wafts Vaporous, but quiet, scattered moonbeams’ shadowy show of late-night lessor lights aided my misadventure. Silver light through ice-covered glass traced gentle reflections on the floor. Some...

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On the edge of outburst, we pause the cause of stirrings within, in stillness discerning, where lies fulcrum of desire: if suffused with love elixir, we allow transition of our thought into word and action; co-creation. More oft than not, desires, ego driven, spawning unnecessary karma pursuing us life after life, deflecting us from our goal, to merge with love supreme. Waste not time, hermit! Live life fully, lovingly, in pure bliss. 26-November-2020...

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