Epoch Poems - Poems about Epoch

Dominate space At the end of the, argument Outside the fight Runt the challenge Litter the ballads Confronting the battles Never landing Never sanding Off the grit Shoulders visit me One down And grumpy again Infinite muse Turning straight Becoming hate Facing suicide Or nothing comes back Not allowing a come back A word and its sworn To be The deceit, conceived I am without As wist I became wist ...

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I am sailing with the cloud through the epoch of time I am following it wherever it goes until I meet with the divine Daylight breaks with a mountain above my head And the splendid grass on the hill with roots anchored deep in the ground Lie cold and bear sagging in the cold winter air And the botanic garden on...

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In this epoch of shadows where whispers intertwine, Madmen's visions, like stars, paths define, Through the common veil of entwined senses, Unspoken truths in the corridors of blended minds. Chains of data bind the minds deemed sane, Blind to specters where shadows still reign, Mad eyes see far beyond ordinary sight, Charting realms where dreams pierce the infinite night. At the edges of...

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Pain that takes up residence from inside of the mind The stain of red blood, the sting of crimson lines I want to be alone but surrounded at the same time But if I open up the floodgates who knows what they'll find Can't let myself be a burden, I'll carry my own weight But it boils up inside of...

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Meeting you here at last grasping every thought every meaningful gesture I'd wrap myself up in the essence of your bronzed glow slowing lowering my minds eye to the depth of your soul capturing this bountiful energy that seemed to restore over and over again mastered to the faint beating of my heart mimicking ancient drums of...

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Time is smooth like a bird's chirp drew Hazy but arranged, strength derive. With asked waning, something might blew Time is both blendings where zeal rive. Hissing us all With a sound fall. Dread with dying, but given due flight boundary briefs or contrive. We wish for a quick and fair true can't be found, but thrive to connive Wings are...

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Living in the Cenozoic era Broken down for Holocene Quaternary argues me Hadean Eon answered Love is science, religion smiled Started launching Holy Book Planetesimal rules, interval. Hades, Hebrew for hell...

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Sorrow and coldness Dismal light dwindles away A new epoch blooms...

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Statements are the treats To the spoken, But to the intended; They still might ill-treat. The Dreamer still dreams-day dreams To find his passion In his day, But realizes at nights That he spends his time in nothingness. The Merchant says, Where and when forth you get me my love There and then forth I make you not my slave Where and when forth you...

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Merchant of moments Peddling the past A hourglass high A present that never lasts Slave to silience Disguising the deceit A tongued tied echo A truth that's never discrete Time may beget actuality Expectation elicits emotion A tacit torture A sensation that's never chosen...

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When a precedent-busting pandemic is palling around the world when its concomitant panic and pain freak out it is your fine figures that are unflinchingly unfurled e'en as proctective gears barely eke out. Isolation wards owe you diligence and devotion ICU hours witness your will and willingness in motion solely concerned with failing lives' fate you move heaven and earth against...

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Amidst the vortex of empty time, going back a calumnious climb, To change a love my only crime, sweet surrender of life sublime… The Time Machines are ready still, sending me back upon my will, To gain back love I shall fulfill, amongst meadows of the daffodil. Evaporating reflections in my eyes, hands of time turning clockwise, May the love...

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Locked in time. Prisoners. Prisoners each to their own epoch. Choice. No choice. Conform, live as the time dictates. No choice. Look at their faces! Dealing. Dealing best they can with what’s been handed. No choice. Rules in place. Each time different. Must be what time dictates. No choice!...

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A whole is normally the sum of all of its parts Cept in politics, stumps even us most clever bards All rules are out the window The world is in limbo We'll soon come to our senses and this era disregard...

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Beyond the times of struggle, I grew up In blazing pursuit of success I sometimes lost myself In depths of someone's envy In closed limpid walls of mirror Surrounded by many people I perceived the very significance of life They were what you call friends but they never linger long in your life Then, it dawned upon me They were but mere fancies...

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