Watchtower Poems - Poems about Watchtower

So we grow older it cannot be denied and we grow to like this little life this smaller, quieter style less of this and none of that and how does that suit you with all your bits falling apart Now look, there on the outskirts see the dust, rising it's the future calling us in our names are in its dirty mouth our names are on...

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In twilight’s grasp, where shadows cling, The Watchtower stands—a somber thing. Its stones, like secrets, cold and gray, Whisper tales of faith’s decay. Within those walls, devoutly blind, They count the hours, lost in time. Their hymns, a dirge for questioning souls, Echo through corridors where doubt unfolds. The Watchtower’s gaze, unyielding, stern, Marks the faithful, their...

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Separate — Divide Conquer — Enslave Tyranny’s — Song Forever — Replayed Reality — Stained Foreshadowing — Long Divinity’s — Pimp Humanity — Gone (Dreamsleep: June, 2024) ...

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Dylan got bitten hard by fame and though wounded continues to tour A thundering majesty in makeup and veils jesters by the score Divorced from his wandering a pilgrim of dreams the past too great a cost A caricature of genius gone eyes clouded over —Camelot lost (The New Room: June, 2023)...

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Rough waters startled, The vessels terror sounded, Blackness overwhelmed, Suddenly ahead, The Luminosity of A star led them home. The watchtower knows, That sometimes we go astray, His light guides us back. By: Sabina Nicole Contest: Light house...

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"There must be some kinda way to find out here" Said the seeker to the stealer "There's too much confusion I'm struggling to be the reveal" "Conglomerate men, they drink my wine Politicians dig my earth None will level on the line Because none of them are worth it" hey "There is reason to get excited" The seeker, he kindly spoke "There are many here...

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All along the watchtower, little babies line the tower curled up in a foetal in the cold. They live motherless as little snowflakes fall. They live fatherless as the wind sweeps, every minute, the weakest cry into a better world. High pitched cries from frail bodies weaken by miles of seconds Passing by. As more fade a multiplicity of babies are dropped off along the watchtower. They're colder and more shivering. No one to feed poor souls! No one to fade their...

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