Pale Poems - Poems about Pale

...The tragedy of our times is not the tragedy of reason, but the triumph of reason, A cold triumph, cloaked in mantles of pure logic, That suffocates the whispers of hearts, lost in the echo of steri......Read the rest...

...Maybe among so many barricades that protect my heart, I was born to be read once and then locked away for eternity. To be just a fleeting glance, a passing shadow, never the one that turns heads. ......Read the rest...

...POEMS ABOUT SAINTS AND SINNERS Of Seabound Saints and Promised Lands by Michael R. Burch Judas sat on a wretched rock, his head still sore from Satan’s gnawing. Saint Brendan’s curragh caug......Read the rest...

...Strong are her hands, Darkened by summer’s touch, Now pale like ghosts in twilight's hush. Could these be her hands? Did they dip in scented creams By tranquil pleasure pools? Did they bathe ......Read the rest...

...the gemstone flower amethyst so pretty quartz a pale lavender......Read the rest...

...I know that I have died before— once in November, once in June. How strange to choose June again, so concrete with its green breasts and bellies... The city of Ia?i will not mind. At night, the ......Read the rest...

...Vacuum of thoughts Pain that defines its origin Invisible block on throat Tasteless air through the nostrills A body weak to the skeleton How does a house stand without it's central pillar? H......Read the rest...

...People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. ......Read the rest...

...the long sleep We got up late that morning bills all bills paid it was autumn, a morning and cold righteous and smug under the duvet I have 500 photos taken of threes  young trees, mature ......Read the rest...

...THE EMPTY ROOM Hard wooden seats in a waiting room Feel a draught from an ill-fitting door All I can do here is sit still and stare The last train due back to civilisation I’m here all alone s......Read the rest...

...How cold are the eyes of death Pale orbs in the dark of night Hidden there with bated breath Forever to rob our sight No bias or emotion Without concern for our fates No hatred ......Read the rest...

...the hurt child His father had been away for a long time Although their mother had divorced her husband he visited his children his young son was excited  he could hardly remember his dad when......Read the rest...

...Paradise may be that moment when we turn back to the past, And discover that its beauty existed despite our presence, A time when our departure reveals the splendor, hidden beneath the whirls of sh......Read the rest...

...Through the broken lines of destiny, the shattered strings of time are revealed, The thread of fate snaps, the springs of eternity unravel silently, Fallen idols, marble faces cracked under the wei......Read the rest...

...Everything one has forgotten cries for help in the dream. In the depths of the night, where darkness spreads its wings like a velvet mantle, I float through the restless ocean of my thoughts, where......Read the rest...