Converge Poems - Poems about Converge

Two streams that converge And flow inextricably Are like two lovers Meandering about who meet - Not knowing anything of what They were missing before But now having full sight Each of the other - Who rejoice at the freshet And meld and flow as one Assured of their fate ...

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In the chamber of silence where souls converge, Masks lie in wait, the nocturnal guardians of our being. Adorned with grimaces and velvet smiles, They are armors against the unknown arrows of the estranged world. Oh, how they descend like curtains over our fragility, Sitting so carefully upon the shoulders of pleasure, the cloth of outward beauty. We learn to parade...

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Written: September 22, 2023 What Was I Thinking Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John lawless _________________________________________________________ Gravity links us together as stardust ~ and bonds collide....

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had been a big surge together meet and converge then system did purge...

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Memories of those nights at Ekpoma Cling on to my dreams like bees to raffia palm Seeking for food to be produced The Muse said we left many issues unresolved While we sat around the well at my abode Pondering what the Age demanded Uwem was there as were Taye, Alexis, Broderick and Stephen We all voiced our consternation over The non-reforming...

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The scent of lilacs filled the air Without a care Two take a stroll One heart and soul The summer sun sets quietly Hands touch briefly And then hold tight Day becomes night The moonlight is a perfect veil For this fairytale Lovers converge Two shadows merge...

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One’s idea of Heaven Is another’s view of Hell. That explains why many lives Stay strictly parallel. Rural folks may shudder At the city’s crowds and noise, While urbanites rank bustle As among their daily joys. Some plan for vacations Which, to them, suggests a cruise; Others needing culture Might find such a trip a snooze. Many go to dinner And enjoy a juicy steak. Vegetarians prefer Their “meat’ when...

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Free from demanding compressions fleeting still,is the sliver of a moment which brings together impulse imparted where the absolute, and the eternal meet, as tears of imperfection cry in streams in the image of our most perfect creator, why?...why to be in such favor,yet,made to suffer so? The crucible of self, can be a daunting place but doubt not the fiery purpose, as impure thoughts...

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