Unsteady Poems - Poems about Unsteady

Hanging on the parlor wall, over paper the color of leaves in fall, is a magnificent painting. Full of hopes and dreams, and all those things, full of life and love and color. It is masterfully done (and "masterfully" hung). From my plush chair, I admire it. Tilting my head from side to side, and closing one eye, examining the brush strokes. It is unique in every...

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Getting a little unsteady on my feet of late Could mean I'm getting close to that final big date You know the one When your bun is done And you're ready for your last meal on a celestial plate...

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Flames die as your soul burns Remain steady, hold on Tired you stand on unsteady ground Bed of lies seep; haunting your fondest memories. Days reborn you fight with folded hands Pain unsteady below, darkness strikes the wall Try to find a way to hold on. Try to Remain steady...

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Remain Unsteady Remain unsteady And also not be ready; Results are deadly. I am beginning to believe this regarding the current political news. Jim Horn...

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Everything that was of an animal born Must slowly yield to tear and be worn, Your deceptive charm debates with time Soliciting some seconds more of show, Whether this is granted the heavens know But in the end the waiting bells must chime. You walk gaily the unconquered beauty With strides that make saints feel guilty, And casting eyes that make pilgrims...

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The sun and moon hid themselves When evening came, The stars were Too shy to light the night. Yet I hear The sweet fragrance Of warm whispering flowers And my ears and nose see, Touch and taste What My eyes, hands and mouth Cannot. The sun and the moon Showed themselves When evening came And the morning was Just arriving. The solid stone Of philosophy Makes true and real The lies of fantasy. Clumsy rocks...

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Yesterday I tried to draw you But my hand wasn't steady enough I couldn't capture the lines of your body Or the contours of your face My memory held a perfect picture But I was unable to execute your essence on paper Even the color of my pencil seemed dull I tried to think of your energy Think of how it feels When...

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