Wane Poems - Poems about Wane

moon plays in phases with its wax and wane cycle from slack, lax and lame to wanton wax lyrical inspired lunar conundrum...

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I wax poetic as lifeblood imperceptibly doth wane Mine body electric analogous to Google map pronounced with arteries and countless varicose vein visible popping blood vessels leeches haven grand old time at expense of poor sucker abracadabra backfired courtesy corp hustle legerdemain. Aging baby boomer no longer fit as a fiddle accumulating extra adipose tissue around the middle ain't no...

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thousand butterflies flutter around freedom gained ... tender soothing sun fragrant breeze enters the weddings of lights and shades ... uninvited guest? buds smiling dancing dream of their adolescence ... aware of fading dewdrops roll and fall flower faces feel free for ... buzzing honey bees spring seems peeping through windows of seasonal shifts ... costumed to perform 11 February 2022...

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when our life will wane (How is that for W's?) COVID will drive us insane no longer here remain This is the story of many lives sadly....

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If I must be plain The popularity of a Train Had begun to wane And to skyrocket that of Plane Airports sweeping lots of gain, With little or no strain: Billions of dollars in the main; In case of Nigeria: Naira Rain: A Lion complete with Kingly mane, Though Air Disaster their combative bane....

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Waned moon's crescent child hoping to one day soon shine full Full moon wanes its light gentles dark night Earth's children sleep October 17, 2021 Lune (Mixed Pair) Poetry Contest sponsored by...

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Impressed by its color I went to chase it, Taking small steps towards the direction it flew. Those white stripes on its wings seem to reflect the sun rays, The yellow border on its body was the color of sun itself. Wandering after some time, it sat on a blossom, Without being noticed, I caught its wings between my fingers. The...

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I beheld a garden of flowers That graces an awesome hill; Thrilled that same hour By the garden goddess of the hill. She handles with poise, And fights like a warrior; With the melody of her voice, She counters terror. Behold the garden goddess! Majestic as a chess Queen; Elegant like an Empress On throne of dazzling sheen. Her realm is eternal! Her pride like that...

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A cosmic gulf of enormity besets thee, as intellectual relevancy re-entry splash down in a vast sea of ignorance The empirical wherewithal to muse observe, with keen, hydrogen-based acuity, is nary an airy given oxygen insurance Doth not the face of the southern sky tans thy northern confidence? Giving a crescent grimaced, eclipse grin perchance Concealed thoughts art so hard to...

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Ever positive, ever growing, The emotions will keep flowing The flit of a bird, The sound that is heard, The senses rejoice Joined in one voice One call, One chorus heard throughout the forest. As the summer comes to a close Sitting there sunning in repose. Marveling at life’s great changes The things that it rearranges The life that is wrought from the battles that were...

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Time Has Passed, Colors Are On The Wane Time has passed, colors are on the wane, Saddened smiles are dancing once again. Youthful perfect days are now deceased, Into dark midnights, aged and released. Like shreds of colored glass they yet shine, And cut softly into this heart of mine. Like sad whimpers from a crying child, Forever - Lost beauty, fading in...

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There once was a young Rufus, so the picture shows that story Who approached life without fear, trusting all was hunky dory But since he lived in high gear, some of his parts had worn out Including his beautiful hair, that never more will sprout It once was healthy and fair, as seen within that picture frame Yet turned a...

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The thunder crackled like a hound in pain, And the air was filled with misty grains, Some evil spirit had stepped on their gardens, Breaking the flowers that died in wane The people were lying in the bony arms of terror, The sky was filled with screeching clatter, There was no one to save the innocent cradles...

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In strengths aging wane As joints ache with creaking pain Lies a heart still and pensive Beneath hands folded restive And as thought ponders life Against a calendar of love and strife The eyes brim up with feelings weary As vision fades in eyes so teary But then as memory plays Sepia thoughts of olden days The heart smiles ever faintly On moments blessed and seconds...

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Wild at heart, blind man plays with burning fire; Allows bold passion to secure mind games; Notice dance transcend the funeral pyre; Excite rash action to favour proud name. Weave odd tapestry with vain thoughts loudly; One wholesome motion beyond graveyard shift; Note clear feel and see urge and flow easy; Dig deep emotion to fling form that lifts. Experience each wave of...

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