Wildling Poems - Poems about Wildling

... A knife lie in her bed, her hand rests atop the hilt. The satin maple bed frame lie bare beneath her fingers, And the aliferous knife lie skin warm in the cradle of her hand. A pile of g......

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...In the shadowed mountains of Romania, horse-drawn carts travel down dirt roads. On foot, some walk through rolling hills blanketed by fog in a world that's become known for myths and legends. Darknes......

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...In the woodland, a wildling roams unbound She speaks the language of leaves, and the wind’s soft sounds. Her hair, a cascade of chestnut and gold Always tangled with pines, keeping her warm when......

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... I sit with sullen memories, alone on an amber shore. A balmy breeze ruffles my hair as I recall a night of wildling winds that took you away, my love. It violently ripped us apart......

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...Frailty and aging are flaws in bodies of mankind Viral afflictions are infectious and pose grave danger Death from new diseases instantly come to mind making us wary of shaking hands with ......

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..."I did not expect death to knock on my door. Now I keep it securely locked." ~ by poet I bade the knocker at my door, "Please come in." The visitor to my home, whoev......

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...There has become a void in the kitchen The lights are off and it's much too dark Some hold a pen with fingers twitchin' with aggressive hatred much too stark They bark about things they conceive ......

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...snow piling higher driven by a wildling storm~ winter's icy breath January 16, 2022 Winter Haiku Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin Checked with howmanysyllables......

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...If you search and you can't find me please don't look very far I'm riding in the wind one step away from where you are If you feel a tussle in the air or a rush of wind inside your hair ......

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...I used to think of tokens in terms of appreciation Until someone mentioned something in passing they said they had grown weary of being a token What a curious thing to say is what I thou......

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... “Where is the Lover?” Where is your Lover? He is in your smile where he kissed you when you were fast asleep bodies pressed into burning hea......

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...Sitting on the love seat, Today I feel a moth Bodily peeled from its chrysalis To meet the world’s dim eyes And worrisome gales. God left precisely X years ago. I had no use for one afterwards,......

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