Hallowed Poems - Poems about Hallowed

Of Iron Maiden’s ‘Hallowed Be Thy Name,’ reveals more than fame. When life days are a light at the end of the tunnel, and their brightness dimmed. At some point, each with mortality faces the same, whether someone plays a short or a long game. That journey ended; the torch passed, yet short-lived proved the path. Locked...

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L i f e a prison of pretense and I still dream of walking through tempests of chaos barefoot, allowing stones and pebbles to tattoo my languid skin with love in lilac, as ashes of yesterday erase the thunder marks that struck my spine in ruthless rhythm, oblivious to the scorching solitude that swallowed the stars swaying across the heinous horizon. Trusting the tormentor, dancing with the devil, as I drink...

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In shadows deep, where fate entwines, A prisoner waits, as time unwinds. With chains that bind and fears that loom, He faces the dark, the specter of doom. A voice calls from the depths of night, “Fear not the end, for beyond lies light.” In silence he prays, his...

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Underneath the blue-black twilight of an impending, grim, nightmarish sky, I hear the ping of deathly bells ringing, signaling that my end is nigh. Buzzards circle above, swooping down, playing with their prey, pecking ever so gingerly at mourning flesh. I swat them away as dread fills every pore of my being. Soon, the sun will rise over the bloodthirsty horizon, its first streaks...

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Striking, revered portraits line the massive, hallowed halls Reflecting the faces of the Founders; those who have given all. These Heroes focused on peace and were positively sure. They knew exactly whom they were protecting and fighting for. Each was willing to sacrifice treasure, and surrender their very life To rise above the mundane, to embrace turbulent political strife, To...

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Out of misery—and for what? What am I to do without my eyes of fog? I am but a ghastly figure, trapped within my reality. Pain once made me boundless and free, Yet through the starry night, I feel love and dwell in it. For luck’s sake, I am now chained to grace! I must not, nor will I, lose myself...

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lest they lie fallow hallowed concepts resonate deep, not shallow ...

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exalting your name giving praise for heaven's grace everything we need...

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The crack of the bat, The roar of the crowd, The smell of the earth, In these hallowed fields. The taste of the hotdog, The sun in my face, The warm gentle breeze, In these hallowed fields. The windup of the pitcher, The call of the ump, The anger of the batter, In these hallowed fields. The cheer of good friends, The closeness of family, The kiss of...

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Where the battles were valiantly fought, land, sea, and air, of our brave who survived, you are honored with our fallen, on this hallowed ground of well-kept lawns, white marble gleaming in sunlight and under the mourning moon. Caring volunteers place small American flags on our soldier's graves. You faced the foe head on, your blood afire, sweating in rivulets down your body, you tried for precious...

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In this late hour, the moon withdraws behind a cloud Hiding her face and her light so dearly loved And wraps herself in her old, moth-eaten shroud As the last jack-o’-lantern’s flame is finally snuffed....

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fiendlike stalkers glide on air some in mothers wiggy hair a strange eerie sight this cool autumn night our scarefest vanity fair. ...

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It starts with an image-- Collages of thoughts filling the pages-- Of dreams to alchemize from emotions materialized. To all that is-- To be the experience in the present we testify. To live through the twisted uncertainty-- We breathe in serendipity. The vistas we explore, we sing the colors of hope. It ends with a promise-- Mirages of reality from a...

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How many have written A poem or sonnet About birds chirps Or crows caws? But, on a sanctifying stroll I passed many leafless branches, Filled with twig bowls. And at that moment heard it The chorus Blessing is the air Caught in my ear Sparrows responded After...

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