Frames Poems - Poems about Frames

Abstract work of art holder of loved memories hung on many walls...

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Ego frames goals, subject to change So fickle is our heart Why not thought patterns rearrange And thus make a fresh start Animate zest and zeal Pause in silence to feel Love alone is real Desire controls Ego frames goals...

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And here I am this lonely, moonless night All by myself in golden candlelight The room is still, as I begin to think My thoughts alone...

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Bare are these walls... I now stand before, that were once adorned with picture frames. The brown boxes are loaded, and these frames of which I speak wait within. The door frame, the frame of the home, the borders that surround my garden, and the walkways I meander in the mornings, frame my memories, of a time once not bounded. And time... the time...

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I saw your grandmother in an old black and white photo it was in a silver frame, she was buck naked in a Buick, I thought: 'Hey you.’ I saw you on a `who's your baby-daddy' show you were in the audience; you had a pic of the killer Ernesto (Che) Guevara on your T, he looked like me and I said, ‘Hey you.’ Behind old photographs all...

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Frames of Unnamed Memory David J Walker Flicker Faster Each frame of a memory Named or Unnamed But still remembered Verisimilitude Considered Plausible Real A semblance of pretense The veneer of an alternate allegory I light a candle and pray Every Sunday For the mercy of A deep deep ...

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so let me indicate the way and the detours to never show what light that in slices shines a resounding no tell how many painful steps and how far they go (I furnished the house with pots of poison sharp scissors and sinister frames the windows bite the day the rugs hide traps and the door won't let you out) welcome to this kind of end...

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Colors of the sunset burst from behind the mountain range Across the desert it looked like a fire blazing in the sky I will never forget the miles traveled, to reach a sight like this It still blazes in my memory after all these years Sometimes, it’s that perfect moment, the timing is just right When the world is suddenly...

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Stalling the hand of age in silver frames Yesteryears crawling around the edges As time, falling like November leaves Across younger eyes, enthralling still Photographs tell a lifetime's recalling. 11/02/21 Something Beautiful in 5 Lines contest Sponsor: charles messina...

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Before the fog of trauma I saw pearly gates Ajar with festivities of joy and laughter I remember frozen moment in time Brazen forbidden touch, my mind unguarded. The number three precedes four or more The late Veteran's flag is triangular My frame of mind saw oblivion I stood broken before fog of addiction. One, and only One seals broken frames The prodigal snapped...

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There is a war in the laws of the in-laws When family is also work, you get a title and a position with conditions Past life comes as an omission and commission Roles and actors in audition As for the mind it sometimes finds itself in a suicidal palace Thoughts can just parade into the ground Who is who…? Behind the trope...

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I saw your grandma she was buck naked in a Buick and I thought 'hey you’. I saw you on a `who's your baby-daddy' show you were in the audience. You wore a pic of the killer Ernesto Guevara on your T - I thought 'hey you’. Behind old photographs secret lives remain radio-active there is fall-out. I saw you in a fishy tale about sleeping under the...

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depravation of photographs not yet taken- angel’s silhouette I used: howmanysyllables.com July 13, 2019...

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Well, the creator crafted it to be dark brown like vanished pine Some light brown and others painted with different tones for final touches Shiny it looks, from a distance, when still new, you like it so much But as soon as after installation, and the plastics are ripped of no one cares He will be there by the...

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hours float in dreams trailing night with chill of silence— as new moon reflects waves beyond flights across horizons blurred by kind reminisces… I enter my inner world, fog of loose images dancing on silhouetted frames. 1/5/2019 Fibonnaci Contest of Dear Heart...

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