Vault Poems - Poems about Vault

...In a valley of thought and memory peeks, lies the vault that stores what a minds eye seeks. Retracing steps, of acts complete, traversing ground on familiar streets. That which brings smile......Read the rest...

...A pen... That bleed ink to den That write to vault Without any fault Lend me a voice; That echo without fear To criticize the carrier head Who we choose to lead Lend me a mouth; Th......Read the rest...

...Under the endless mantle of infinity, where ancient times hide their secrets, History is a nightmare shrouded in veils of dark mystery, A tapestry of shadows and lights, a labyrinth of untold desti......Read the rest...

...Under the cathedral of infinity, stretched above lost dreams, I do nothing with my life but romanticize and decay in indecision, I weave dreams from the ethereal threads of the moon and drape them ......Read the rest...

...Under the vault of eternal stars, where strings of light sing the ballads of infinity, Two kinds of people are born, woven into the fabric of the cosmic destiny, Most people are those who cannot th......Read the rest...

...Under the mantle of the cosmic night, where stars whisper their eternal prayers, In everyone's life, at some moment, the inner fire goes out, A hidden flame, enveloped by the unforeseen winds of fa......Read the rest...

...Under a sky laden with enchantments and twilight shadows, Life is not about happiness or contentment, But about feeling the blaze that burns in the heart of eternity, A mystical flame, fueled by d......Read the rest...

...Under the infinite sky of our destiny, the waves of souls stir, A sea of average spirits, drifting aimlessly on the waters of silence, Lacking that aristocratic individuality, as demanded by Christ......Read the rest...

...In the odyssey of days that mercilessly run like grains of sand, An unseen battle is foretold that we shall wage in the shadow. The war within our hearts, a citadel besieged by falling stars, Wher......Read the rest...

...A sweet young bank teller named Doris Had a crush on her co-worker, Boris. But one day while at work The young clerk went berserk When she caught Boris banging the manager, Morris. Doris' secr......Read the rest...

...In times to come, heavy as steel that freezes stories yet untold, The sky wraps itself in ash of thoughts yearning to be confined. Silent streets converge towards a doubtful, mechanical horizon, W......Read the rest...

...In the pocket of the evening, language floats – a cosmic virus, Its seeds unknown, brought on the wings of silent comets. It clings to people as the light of stars to the night-time tree crowns, W......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads of years, where stones whisper for centuries, Inside unfolds the mystical drama of the self seeking light, Through mazes of thoughts like leaves rolling towards truth. Thirsty so......Read the rest...

...I love women who gracefully dance And sweetly sing; and women who Avidly read and who brilliantly think; I love women who love to love— And who despise to hate—and who Receive and give of th......Read the rest...

...I prefer my soup hot and fresh. But sometimes I like to change it up With something cold, like Gazpacho. It's still best fresh but still good when cured. But when it spoils, it's just nasty and d......Read the rest...