Metered Poems - Poems about Metered

...I am poetry An unheard whisper Shadows Conspiring A tear Soaked in laughter Anger Molded in metaphor Humor Wielding the axe of angst Whispering A farewell kiss I am poetry The invisib......

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...Your words they fall silent but your life is a poem Each motion and gesture by Heaven are known You rhyme every smile your eyes metered guides To love written couplets of joy — f......

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...My Patience Slowly slip Each word spoken Days become hazy Memories wash away Each breath carefully metered Time cascades into a river Currents erase stories forever Flowing toward vast o......

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...I’m sitting on the edge of time For just a disembodied pause, While pointed hands o’er rounded chime Obey the pendulum’s swayed cause. Where kinetics’ course is lastly laid, Comes forth the po......

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...That rainbow, the colors, the shimmer and glow! But what do I know of light refraction? This Medical Illustration Man has been drawn with only nerve and bone. He's got a lot of nerve! A dand......

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...NO BI STRANGERS: No bi strangers to Our success, dis na anderson walkingshoes. i'm part for ya world for strangers, intensively,our focus are metered, ova di hilly regions,we keep flopping f......

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...While wandering across a forest floor Through twists and turns of gnarled trunks of trees See insights more than one was looking for Images born by bending weathered breeze There is a lover's e......

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...NO BI STRANGERS TO OURSELVES: dis na anderson walkingshoes. i'm part for ya world for strangers, intensively,our focus are metered, ova di hilly regions,we keep flopping from discovery, di d......

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...When I gasp for the last of breath And take tentative steps to death, Way-lost, unsure wither to go, Baffled, fallen short of your faith, You will then miss me. And whe......

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...I surf through the crooning crests of warm, blue waters, breathing poetry and prose, carved in topaz and turquoise, for I am the goddess of the bittersweet estuary, crowned with foamy salt ......

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...I took a bunch of cliché’ I knew Put them in a cliché’ stew Claimed the work was fresh and new Nearby a blue-lit screen was weeping For human-ness was slowly creeping Exposing secrets it was k......

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...Music is not my passion, But I have other songs to share. I can’t use oils and canvas, But with my pen I have a flair. The stanzas are my choruses. Through my poems my soul doth soar. My bato......

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...percussively I think my way as rhythm over cloud peaked tops mountain points like metered dots and on them stand and pluck, oh see my breath transcends eternity introspect I aim my gewgaw o......

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... this man tries hard with word to weave his loves clear worn plain ‘pon his sleeve not meant as gripes midst rationed fears but more shall quell th......

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...In a weightless state of tranquility, paraphrasing relentless thoughts of motion in my head into words, which 'til now have laid dormant in unsung verse, waiting for you to shine brightly upon......

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