Over The Edge Poems - Poems about Over The Edge

... Why is there a sharp edge, today? A proceed-with-caution edge Even when topics are Cearly filtered for Sure avoidance of the trip wires? Why does there exist a Threat of imminent anger, A......Read the rest...

...The heroic books, even if printed in the character of our mother tongue, Will always remain in a dead language for degenerate times; And we must laboriously seek the meaning of each word and line, ......Read the rest...

...To be different is your superpower, An incantation hidden in the heart of midnight, A silver vein in the dark fabric of the world, Where dreams whisper ancient secrets and reality slips through ve......Read the rest...

...I have come to believe that the entire world is an enigma, An innocuous enigma, turned into a monster by the mad attempt To interpret it as if it had an underlying truth. But perhaps this attempt ......Read the rest...

...The tragedy of our times is not the tragedy of reason, but the triumph of reason, A cold triumph, cloaked in mantles of pure logic, That suffocates the whispers of hearts, lost in the echo of steri......Read the rest...

... Genre Won: and The Champ The Champ: " we don't know who he is or who he might represent: but we know onething, from top to bottom every crevice and edge of this sport we are known a......Read the rest...

...Some beings belong neither to society nor to dreams, They belong to an isolated fate, to an unknown hope. Their open acts seem anterior to the first accusations of time and the apathy of the heaven......Read the rest...

...While my head slumps low, on both crouching knees, my meek soul doesn't know, rhyme nor reason seize, on both crouching knees, while my head slumps low, rhyme nor reason seize, my meek......Read the rest...

...In the night that swallows distances with a rustle of wings, I let myself be carried over the vast expanse of whispering dreams, Seeking the holy light in the webs of destiny, On the edge of this ......Read the rest...

... on edge all my life easily toppled over rue this day today my ribs are blown wide open and butterflies fly away By David Kavanagh......Read the rest...

...The views and opinions herewith extemporized to spur discourse with me, or to be mindful when exercising the right to vote in the country of your existence, which expressed intimation predicated upon......Read the rest...

...Paradise may be that moment when we turn back to the past, And discover that its beauty existed despite our presence, A time when our departure reveals the splendor, hidden beneath the whirls of sh......Read the rest...

...For poems are not but words we thrown together Tormented thoughts confined to metaphor Nor picket fence alliteration Dancing on the edge of passing thought Beware, the creaking gate that bids y......Read the rest...

...A Sunday morning The mist has hushed the city just as well yesterday, was sunlit  warm and noisy  The world is balancing on the edge of nuclear war tomorrow might be the ending Is the co......Read the rest...

...The full Half of me wants to empty this clip of aggression The empty half of me wants to light a candle that matches the aroma of my favorite snack and genre of movie Looking through the glass of ......Read the rest...