Quell Poems - Poems about Quell

...Loud hollow shell Glorious silent vacuum Quiet echo bell Invoke impartial gloom Atomic detonation bomb Renovate the tomb Appease the qualm Placate to quell After noise, calm......Read the rest...

...In the darkest recesses of my mind a maelstrom brews, a tempest unseen epilepsy's insidious tendrils weave a tapestry of chaos, thoughts ensnared Every step a battle, every task a test concent......Read the rest...

...Power you can’t bottle and sell, magick is not something to quell; Her heels click just like a bombshell, able to fuel and cast a spell; Toxic rumors grow and dispel; Throwing judgement without ......Read the rest...

...Inelegant, the silence wakes and yawns, pretending not to notice or to care; while symphonies of chaos greet the dawn and ashes of our Banner fill the air. The few, with vacant visage cry the cre......Read the rest...

...If Jews would think outside the box To Arabs they’d sell Israel’s rocks The deal would work well Islam’s anger to quell Since extremists does it outfox......Read the rest...

...Quote:"In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins." Elizabeth Goudge In the depths of my soul, I striv......Read the rest...

...Sabali Listen in, The Solomonic thoughts of revolutionary minds strike like lightning in the rain, and prophetic missives pour from my spirit like Yah‘s word hit a vein. and I pray that when I ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...Heart’s thirst to come first brings out ego’s worst, so it’s best we quell, such desires that swell. We wish to expand but let’s understand, we’re soul, not this form, so be kind and warm. ......Read the rest...

... Grandfather, Father, Son- three legends are: they served their City service very well. From 30s through the 80s, each a star; as Firemen- many dangers each befell. Three generations gladly to......Read the rest...

... I remember that I once called him Peter Pan The man I loved, and yet a child at heart to me A name that became vividly more portending at pretending than I ever could've imagined. A lost boy ......Read the rest...

...patter the missus with cruel, angry wishes and deny her the weight of your soft, angel kisses Tell the girl on the street that her lying is weak But give none of the truth as you lie at my feet ......Read the rest...

...the moment her eyes elusive yet the sea sees her within, such vast oceans her thoughts told by a thousand and quell not her active mind release the tsunami release her eyes......Read the rest...

...The ringing of the morning bell tells all that the day of discipline now descends. Chaotic playground sounds then start to quell. Shouts and screams soften and slow. Raspy sounds, sharp points, ......Read the rest...

... Again I lift my pen to write, My Muse is near to me tonight. With shadings of strange metaphors ......Read the rest...