Procession Poems - Poems about Procession

...Under the undulating and mysterious mantle of the night, Where stars write their stories in silver ink, A lost soul seeks infinity in echoes, Fleeing from the comfort that soothes but does not enc......Read the rest...

...I prefer the myths to the dry histories, where truths come and then crumble away, For history is written with a quill of feathers, but the myth, eternal, beats with wings of iron. Mythology dresses......Read the rest...

...In the tremble of the evening and the rustle of the unfinished letter, My aged hand, shrouded in the mist of memories, writes the last farewell, Under the blue cloak of celestial silence, waiting f......Read the rest...

...OTETS THE MANY DAYS AND NIGHT YOU LENT ME YOUR DIVINE EAR THROUGH PRAYER DURING HARDSHIP TIMES AND ILLNESS RAISING MY GRANDDAUGHTER KEEPING HER SAFE IN CATHOLIC SCHOOLS IN WISCONSIN OUR LADY OF......Read the rest...

...I have waited for so long to share this impromptu song, I have created it myself, the day when I heard that my mother was dead; I am still trying to process it, but I cannot see where the story fits;......Read the rest...

...Laughter is the secret to a long and happy life Try to laugh at yourself is my best advice Watch a funny movie and watch the chuckles flow Check out how many times you smile, as you see your chil......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads of time, where April flinches in buds parted, Spring dwells in the temple, a priestess in a procession of timid lights. A gentle breeze blows, carrying dreams stormy on the orbit ......Read the rest...

...Cracked castles are in dilemma. whether to fall or stand Waters whirl like a lake and sea, with a lean sign of land. Among the carcasses of beasts lie humans, as though mixed In destiny's destruct......Read the rest...

...Coping with Agoraphobia well you are basically pent up in your home for me it finally took it's toil my therapist came to my home because I was basically limited spending hours in a room peekin......Read the rest...

...Spring, the mischievous libertine, Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities, Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts, A live torch in the old auditoriums where science quivers......Read the rest...

..."Blame it on the rain", for business on your sunny day, though it is a provider for you, you provide a poo poo. World, obstain or remains In your dusty bowl, she be more precious than gold ......Read the rest...

...My tears dried up when I began to commit sins, In the furnaces of misery, my dreams were consumed. In the darkness of my impure soul, love committed suicide. I look at humanity with the dilated......Read the rest...

... I spied a valley low Across the road from the cemetery A Columbus monkey swinging by The trees of the valley Stood tall and forlorn Observing the crematorium Covered in light gray......Read the rest...

...Life is a diary waiting to be written Observe what is obvious what is hidden what is experienced what is felt A record of life by day by week by year by any moment Twelve diary disci......Read the rest...

...The first zenith, heartbeat The very first school day, the very first slang The very first vacation, a journey from the train station The very first playground, by the lake with the very first b......Read the rest...