Writing On The Wall Poems - Poems about Writing On The Wall

When I was a young man, I could easily recall, A beautifully bold and vivid tapestry, hanging on a wall. It told of a great story, with chapters in history, As if woven by skillful hands, without loss of memory. Each thread seemed alive and vibrant to its root, ...

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It was a night of celebrations, The king of Babylon held a great feast; A thousand nobles were in attendance At his opulent palace in the East. The wine was flowing freely, Under its influence the king decreed That Israel's gold and silver vessels, (Stolen by his father's greed) Be brought for all to drink and praise Their gods of gold and silver and...

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When looking back on thoughts of despair, words in haste so hard to bear. Where sharp tongues take control, shaking the mind while crushing the soul. Speaking words from the heart, stern but true, brings hard thoughts into review, it’s hard to smile and easy to weep, hard to stand on tender feet. Like the...

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there is emptiness until we allow the love that will break our heart...

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There was an orange tanned douchebag called Trump Playing hero on a bicycle pump When inflating his Ego Before sorting the Lego The great wall crushed with a flatulent thump London BoJo called Muslims a post box Surely they spread contagion and small pox We must rule the waves Or else we'll be slaves In isolation stranded on dry docks Blame it on Putin and...

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freewill seduces the hand of our action one eye amused by the world in a spin another keeps time in a rival trend dishonorable power feeds a beggars need moving pieces and pawns for ruthless destruction the king's pleasure caters misery’s reception creation a cascading opus of small scraps the descent of humanity in disarray we cling to the...

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a scratch a scar an inscription carvings as memorials gravestones and walls of a cave: I was here we were here we lived we...

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Writ of the wall It’s not hard— reading writings on wall, And I too read them well as can all, And assumed, just like all: Not for me, not at all; Right call, right time, and still a miss-call! ____________________________________ Tongue-in-cheek| 13.02.2017 | Poet's note: The writing on wall, we all know what happens. We read the letters, not the...

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its the fall new friends as school begin also the school ball it brings all THE WRITING ON THE WALL...

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I have been writing on the walls lately Scribbling mysterious characters And spraying them with paint I carved the Mona Lisa into the bathroom door And made a sculpture of George Clooney out of toilet paper I am not sure what all this means Perhaps I am neurotic But it seems perfectly normal To have Brittney Spears T-Shirts by the fireplace I love...

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I’ve seen the writing on the wall, It’s so clear now, I get it all. These unfriendly voices that I hear, Are now too much for me to bear. Friendly smiles I thought them be, Their deeds belie their pedigree. They whisper words that ache my soul, I see from them intentions foul. Once so calm, I let all slide, But now no more;...

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There was a city of Babylon whom King Belshazzar ruled... Till that one night, when he became “fooled.” “Eat drink and be merry.” Was the motto of the day! But God had something else, he wanted to say! The finger of God reached down And wrote on the wall! The prophet of God told the king, his kingdom would fall! The king panicked...

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The Writing on the Wall By Elton Camp Back in the days before the Internet came to be Folks could only gossip at things they did see Act bad and there’d be a whispering campaign It would die down and reputation you’d regain About the worst that to a scoundrel could befall Is that your name appeared on the restroom wall A little...

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Locked inside the song I live to the writing on the wall I sit and crawl through the halls Run baby run baby Woman to child I take nomore I am the girl inside I now find I stare to my reflection A crazyness I fear nomore Walls closing wiltering my soul Frozen pain I feel the deepest of cut Words haunt the innocences...

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I stumbled into a graveyard And found written upon a stone "In this place lies the human race, Who died greedy and all alone" It was dated Two-thousand and thirty-five The year that man had died The tomb was split just a little bit So I decided to look inside I saw what will be our future Or maybe I should say our end Covered...

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