Winding Poems - Poems about Winding

Where there's a will there's a funeral death is a fact of life a grave undertaking for a mortician and one day some day you and I will wake up dead hopefully the lifetime led was of our own making too late for looking back no regrets and yet it's appalling when we wind up in a winding sheet waiting on that beir aside from six feet under where do we go from...

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Black crow flying Low stalling Wise too in caution taking Know’s a fool would not last as long. Winding way I calls him Not one to fly straight lines Curious, attention-deficited Following ‘what’s that’, as a worthy lifeline. Fence siting… I know not For staying is not his calling card God only knows all he’s truly seen A loner looking… perhaps returning tomorrow. I’ll wait and...

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A twisted path, where shadows softly creep, I walked alone, with doubt a heavy chain, And whispered fears, that stole my tranquil sleep. A distant light, through darkness, did remain, A fragile hope, that beckoned me to rise, And break the bonds, that held me in their reign. The winding path, before my weary eyes, Began to glow, with colors bright and...

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I carry within me the rhythm of a winding road, a dance of freedom and longing, how to resign myself to being constrained within the limits of an infinite world, rows of poplars as pillars sustain the canopy of the meeting under which we find ourselves, I indulge myself in an afternoon of ooh-la-la, dreaming. The yellow eyes of...

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Spools for a day. Wound up with what they say. Tighter and tighter. The insanity won't go away. A year or two marinating. Chaos has won. Then the spring becomes undone....

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Starlight in the snow... Feel it's gentle glow... Call it a feelin... Deep within my soul! Starlight in the snow... Feel Winter's cold... The future seems unknown. Your touch completes me... Feel your grin as we hold. Your face does not deceive me! I've found you today! Starlight in the snow... Feel it's gentle glow... Crystalline raindrops... Deep within my clothes. Starlight in the snow... Feel Winter's cold... The future seems unknown. Your...

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In the winding corridors of thoughts, where shadows whisper softly, We wander, seekers of truth, in an endless quest like the night sky, Truth, like meaning, is elusive, a mirage on the horizon of our minds, An infinite expanse, always beyond our reach, always inaccessible. We are travelers on a road without a destination, Driven by a desire to understand,...

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In the winding labyrinth of my consciousness, where thoughts intertwine like threads in an endless story, I realize that my entire life, all my love and hate, all my memories and pain, are just a single unchanging essence: the same dream, always the same dream, locked in a hidden room, a dream about what it means to be human. And, like many...

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A winding road So far from home The night is old and yet you have so long to roam The wind blows cold The time is bold The future pages are blank and unforetold Under the bright moon’s eyes You would laugh and skip and dance But those laughs have become cries You’ll never get another chance You drifted off with lullabies And was guided by...

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Alone I walk this winding road, With no hand to hold, no love bestowed, In the stillness of the night, I quietly cry, For a future where I’ll grow old, until I die. I know deep in my heart and soul, That I will never have that lasting spark, No partner to share my joys and fears, No soulmate to wipe away...

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pathway back to woods grapevines twisted through fence line priceless memories...

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Why does the wind create that howl and with it such a sensation? It's in your heart, your mind, your soul. It seems to reach for your very cognition. You sit, so still, in your room - just sulk. The thinness of glass is so frightening; it tries to fight the mighty howl but cannot hold it back, as that blow drives against...

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Secluded in the last visages millenium wine washed down by punters Pinch pockets stare sideways Spot like eyes being close with lilly eyed iwallets A figurative disguise turning blase The servant drums dance Harlequins of night mass parade winding seawards worshiping the pipers who have to be paid...

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The day is winding down and destiny is running around; the day is winding down and everyone is moving up and down the town, the streets are crowded and the people are divided the trucks are loaded with delivery goods and the messengers are walking around with pinewood and cotton gauze tied up in a...

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W B Yeats ' WINDING STAIRCASE _____        ing      wind        ing          wind            wind           ing         wind       ing      wind        ing          wind            ing          wind         ing       wind      ing       wind       ing    ______    [ stair ]    ~~~~~...

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