Conjure Up Poems - Poems about Conjure Up

...our muse was shy so mind was caged and rendered impotent so ceasing all striving we renounced the urge to conjure a verse whereupon we were graced by a thunderous bliss surge there’s a le......Read the rest...

...With my solution upon my parchment bright I conjure worlds where imagination takes flight The ink flows free, a wondrous, winding stream As letters spin forth, fabricating words unseen A tapest......Read the rest...

...Touching on the silver glow. When you touch it, You'll know it. It's designed to keep You running back. This Spiritual snack. Keeping you open for attack, As you sink back into the World, ask......Read the rest...

...Enheduanna (circa 2285-2250 BCE), the daughter of the famous King Sargon the Great of Akkad, is the first ancient writer whose name remains known today. Temple Hymn 15 to the Gishbanda Temple of ......Read the rest...

...Am I fitful, fluctuating, fluid? thin compass waver as I jubilantly weave lilac tree vignettes that weep or chortle, rainbow figment curtain rashly wished upon in grain smudge zephyr garne......Read the rest...

...A piece of brown crap metal What could I do with it? I did not know, but I knew I would have to try Since it was free, I lugged it home Seashells with holes Discarded by a button factory Thou......Read the rest...

...The antiquated train tunnel had not been working for years. Paranormal researchers asked about it, but we did not encourage them. No one I knew had seen anything strange or weird there. I have cla......Read the rest...

...Age crept upon me like a quiet thief Reminding me of time's silent passing Another Autumn another dead leaf The moment's concern seems everlasting To conjure the year my mind was aware A child's......Read the rest...

...If you can find shelter when the firmament rumbles And drips spears of weighty waters Keep about you the hope that clear skies might come, Be glad for the storied house that a seed built, That yo......Read the rest...

...No more Mothballs and cedar assault my nose The dust mites and stale air dry my throat A wardrobe that is just that The lion roars no more Neutered and robbed of his fire The l......Read the rest...

...What’s a man to do Can’t shoo, can’t woo Without fingers pointed at you Damned for either or the two What’s a man to do Be false or be true The difference is the same too Whichever foot, it......Read the rest...

... In the darkness of the night, a ruby gleams to contrast a slumbered eye awakened to feeling, reflection, light, Lady "Genie", eyes aglow like a beast, in mid-stride, lost in her mid......Read the rest...

...(the first day of March) Am I as lonely as that cloud? I kneel this early time of day. The traffic’s quite thin now, not loud, while I am crouching, seem to pray! St David’s Day is here, wit......Read the rest...

...This lady’s hair is so, so white, creates an aura for that face. Her age puts forth its beauty in the street. She could be my charming mother, my darling grand-mama, that lovable great Aunt Lu......Read the rest...

...I believe that each of us lives a predestined life, one that has been arranged and organized for continuity. We are oblivious to such effects as we live out our lives accordingly, as ordered by the p......Read the rest...