Between Poems - Poems about Between

In the dim-lit dusk of a shattered world, where shadows gather but souls do not meet, I wandered—a hollow echo of Virgil’s path— between the ruins of ambition and ash. “This is the way the world begins,” whispered the dust-voiced...Read the rest...

Wandering the two in between the kingdoms One side, quiet and bright, flagged the havens The other, earthly world, noisy and light dim Drifting up or down when the moody flow faint To brightness fly and...Read the rest...

Between the Pauls, there were some laughs From some with valued autographs And glimpses of the former staffs Of Saturday Night Live. Some old routines brought up to date, Including some just second-rate, Performed to help to celebrate What’s managed to survive. Paul...Read the rest...

i’ve never seen out a window ~ maybe you can help describe the scene said the blind man to Siri ~ asking her to throw light on his life’s dream a chatbot overheard Siri’s muteness...Read the rest...

Many would have been filled with humiliation At ruining their brother Bill’s graduation Their mother’s face showed total mortification Dad was used to bad behavior, from his relation....Read the rest...

I woke up today, feeling like I could conquer the world. ...Read the rest...

The reason I guess I thought I was an open book is because every part of me or every secret I try to keep is something that someone knows, but there’s only 1 who sees me entirely. There’s...Read the rest...

In twilight's hollow, where shadows play, I find myself lost, in a heart's gray day. A soul once afire, with love's pure flame, Now flickers faintly, in loneliness's cold frame. In secret gardens, where memories reside, Our laughter echoes, a...Read the rest...

Scarlet sun peeks through a slit in darkling storm clouds. Butterflies go home. Sky meets sea at plum border as pink moon trails, in order. ...Read the rest...

The town fathers are long neglected by scavenging vultures, locked up as they are, in the wood cabin, we call the town museum. Inside the shack, there are old tintypes, sepia photographs and the usual rural relics. Outside, a small patch...Read the rest...

May we be blessed when we begin to think we’re superior when in our minds this idea we try to plant… to remember in the hierarchy of nature we stand somewhere between the mountain and the ant...Read the rest...

Bubbles of tapioca, buoyed by pride, Celluloid constellations, humble in stride. A peacock’s plume, a heavy balloon in the limitless sky, While the quiet river, beneath, whispers a turquoise sigh. A vessel yearning, adorned with pearls, A cup overflowing, concealed...Read the rest...

I am the unseen titan who stands with a height so vast. I am the bridge, the body, the threshold. In stories tales and film of some dull design. As ones passes leaving behind there...Read the rest...

Lies have become a deep abyss between us, And now, with a gentle voice, you silently confess to me, That the fear of losing me hid the truth in shadows, But if love was your fear, why did...Read the rest...

In between Between the cognitive and the dissonance Between the lover and the loved Cradled in the arms of Vishnu I am the infinite possibility Between states of matter is where I hold my potential I crave to...Read the rest...