Nested Poems - Poems about Nested

Churning listless feeble foaming waves Pods of Humpback whales splash and dive Reflecting sunset’s waning rays. As curly crimson clouds arrive, Far Edgecombe’s volcanic cone Shines bright in alpenglow, alone. Cloudy embers ease into eve, Flushing Ferrari fires from day As sun dips for its nightly dunk, In search of Neptune’s treasure trunk. Bald eagles soar for lofty nests Atop crowns of gnarled, ancient spruce. As Sitka...

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Nested in the Emotional darkness; Lucifer’s lies you entrusted; Coupled engaged in darkness bondage; Released today God’s new children now serving Jesus you are the way, now we serve you always Grace’s forgiveness faith now loving, today Released in God’s glory; Rebirth to tell the story; Now I am showing the Light; Now that Jesus has come into my life; 3/14/21 Written words by James Edward...

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laden in the semblance of the lifeless i curled my mind, nesting in the umbrage of memories that haunt more than touch unable to soar within the wind's of time she begged me to fly, wrap my wings around faith offer her comfort, make promises she knows i can't keep yet my words fall darkened like november days upon her deafness my...

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Tell mother I am but a girlchild I am not yet a woman to be married. let me not write this sorrow that men would see and cry tomorrow, Let them not paint a scary picture today. Tell father l am too young for this, tell him my waistbeads snapped at the market place yesterday because they made the day dark with double edged...

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Everything is a microcosm, like Matryoshka dolls nested. Pass-a-parcel wrapped, layer on layer, with meanings to be divested. Solution begets problem after problem en-wrapped, trussed and tied. Resolution confronted by endless piles of issues, stacked high-plied Inside each doll, another doll with doll inside, inside. Each an epitome, a microcosm to be cracked and defied....

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Coming apon, a large desert rock. Along side, a smaller white rock, so I thought. A sun bleached skull, nested in the sand. Silence, with a gentle desert breeze moving my many unanswerd thoughts; quickly race threw my mind. This O'l skull, once riddled before with dream's, stolen memories, for ever gone! A wide open jaw; Imagining, this poor O'l soul screaming...

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In her grandmother's old farmhouse Amid her poetry ,collections grew Showcasing imaginatively till Every room overfilled Discovered what could remain or to let go Decisions of compromise ,loss maybe so Life's lessons she learned,loved and knew Well nested between white washed walls, and loving souls taught, lay's an everlasting harvest Rooted memories hold.......

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