Havens Poems - Poems about Havens

...The Moon loves in lilac, sees in maroon, swathed in gossamer and thyme of galaxies, basking in the periwinkle pages of my bejeweled mind, as the night unravels a story written in powdered vermi......

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...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 bright......

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... In this wilderness I see Direction where God’s truth sifts the leaves and sings humanity’s song of Belong. Where Alone never leaves me empty or afraid, where guardian energy is spoken ......

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...I would have sought some beautiful retreat, Remote from cities and the din of men, ~ Some tranquil shore where lake and forest meet By limpid stream or flower-lit, sylvan glen, And would have rea......

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...In our quiet refuge, a wild clamor rings, Waves relentlessly pound our fragile haven's wings. A hidden portal, glimpsed through faith's bright gleam, Offers escape from this tumultuous, watery ......

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... I find withered autumn leaves falling down floating one by one! I see creatures deserting trees, once used as their safe havens! The bald trees that are left behind, appear as magnifie......

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...WHEN RELIGION BECOMES YOUR OPIUM When religion becomes your opium you slip into icy pre-dawn to mosque then lie in fever flu at dusk as bilal calls again for you to stumble towards bec......

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... A raw dark, persuaded by rusty leaves who break through the hushed prayers, vibrant hopes and dreams, stirring light that lives beneath the heavens, confiding joy, revealing wonders, c......

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... When I visit another place, another state, another note Who writes its hope, its grace, its peace From the gentle rains, the tranquil rivers and streams The broken tears of a mourning dew, sil......

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... in the morning, before silence is pierced by voices, before words take form and erase the quietude, the hesitant stillness fading into the soft, clear dawn dew trembling on the edges of petals......

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... Amid thunder and lightning, The holy act of mating of clouds, Results in the birth of raindrops! Knowing their assigned mission, Like bullets they hit the ground To quench the thirst of ......

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...Living on Main Street life keeps on flowing, Monday mornings trucks pound the pavement shaking awake the apartments and homes regardless of the hour, ever on the ride moving, trucking al......

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... The other night at work I had mellow ’60’s music playing in the store when a couple carrying their young son entered through the door. Guessing someone’s age the more I age is harder and harder......

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...The smell of fresh baked cakes keeps floating in the air and daylight burst through the sky spilling coffee latte on the roof and I stood still inside and watch the cream drips slowly from the ceilin......

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...Insomnia welcomed courtesy high test coffee consumed later at night than usual finds me bright eyed and bushy tailed amply lively to learn about an American radio and television personality ......

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