Retreat Poems - Poems about Retreat

...I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight. A trip, I take, around huddle of trees. The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet. With warbling voice, blackcap chorus excite. Break of lull’by, ......Read the rest...

...As swift assaults endeavored to prevail, the magnitude of death was asinine. ‘Twas such a toll above a measured scale that no explicit value could define. As battles raged, no exploit could surmo......Read the rest...

... Lunar nymphs crawl out my ear Tickle songs ... at a midnight fair Fill their cans with Crystal Clear Drink up the moon, giggles flare It's time to play on grass for hair Running 'round witho......Read the rest...

...Under the veil of night, where the flames dance like ancient spirits, And the clouds float like ethereal dreams across the mysterious sky, Gaze deep into the fire, enveloped by secret shadows, And......Read the rest...

...Lost in labyrinthine lanes of midnight's embrace, Where ghostly gas lamps gleam, casting silhouettes of grace, Their luminescence lingers on cobblestone veins, Chattering footsteps echo, bound in ......Read the rest...

...Under the infinite sky of our destiny, the waves of souls stir, A sea of average spirits, drifting aimlessly on the waters of silence, Lacking that aristocratic individuality, as demanded by Christ......Read the rest...

...There’s no film set There’s no Tom Cruise Everyone dies In front of you And that is war They give you a gun Sent off with the meat Shoot you in the back Cos we never retreat And that......Read the rest...

...Standing on the edge, feeling the pull of the unknown, The abyss below me, a fear that has grown. Should I take the leap into the depths below, Or step away from the edge, where the fear won't sho......Read the rest...

... In the twilight’s amber glow, Where secrets of the bottle flow, Reason dims, and shadows creep, In liquid courage, demons sleep. A whisper in the mind’s retreat, Echoes loud, distorting be......Read the rest...

...I am frustrated and annoyed by his ticking, or perhaps it should be labeled the 'tocking' By the never-ending tongue wagging clicking in the language better known as 'clocking' Must Gra......Read the rest...

...The ottava rima stanza in English consists of eight iambic lines, usually iambic pentameters. Each stanza consists of three rhymes following the rhyme scheme a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c. The form is similar to t......Read the rest...

... As humid night turned into day, my eyes I lifted to the gray and what I saw gave me a turn. Emboldened blaze of rising sun! Clouds parted, scurried fast away and left the dawn to seek its ......Read the rest...

...Traversing this realm of consciousness, where the sun is a stranger, Some stuff their ears with gales of light, fleeing from themselves, But there are souls whose song thrives under the moon, scorn......Read the rest...

...In the zodiac of poets with furrowed brows, born from the shadow of the world devouring the moment, I am tired of narrow verses, of word sculptures without soul and echo. Poems that whisper, halt -......Read the rest...

...When law and order broke down on the street, And people run riotous, with no retreat, Looting and destroying city's core, Youth, in their recklessness, yearn for war. But only those who've witn......Read the rest...