Wove Poems - Poems about Wove

...Deep in fathomless shadows I weep with woeful sighs. My heart, once so innocent, I have come to despise, and with each tear I cry for wrongs I have committed, I find myself unworthy of mercy; unfi......Read the rest...

...My dance with plants In the quiet chambers of my beating heart, A tale of resilience unfolds, a life torn apart. See I, my friend, Am the longest survivor, A warrior against shadows, A fla......Read the rest...

... a poem … is a story unto itself - an amalgam of glyphs and syntax arranged with carets and diacritical marks and woven with creative purpose to paint with phrase - to decorate life’s canvas......Read the rest...

...Beneath the stars, where endless whispers play, Our spirits wove a bond that time can't sever. Through lifetimes past and futures' fleeting sway, We've found each other, always and forever. You......Read the rest...

...Back straight, shoulders down. Straighten the computer. Stop staring at the purple walls. Light the candle once, twice, three times -- why won’t it light? -- before the flame finally catches, the ......Read the rest...

...Some day, Some hours I sat still, As thoughts wove their silence of will. Gazing at the sky ,my mind began sprinting, I,rooted like a stone,yet new thoughts keep getting. The soul's window ke......Read the rest...

...They sang to stars, to flowers pale with dew, To hearts that bled beneath the waning moon; Yet every song they wove from sorrow grew, Each note a dirge, each rhyme a fading tune. The world too ......Read the rest...

...Sappho Translations XIII by Michael R. Burch In these translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if they are used i......Read the rest...

...Sappho Translations XII by Michael R. Burch In the following short translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if th......Read the rest...

...When I leave, remember me as a poet of unbridled passion, Writing about love, life, and death, like a flame consuming the evening, But not as your husband, for I never wove that thread of fire, Ou......Read the rest...

... Jay’s older brothers used to torture him. They’d say, “Let’s have a harmless bit of fun”~~ then tell him tales about a red-eyed ghost. Poor little Jay would tremble, scream, and run. The pl......Read the rest...

...In Dreamland's dazzling domain, where fairytales unfurl, A youth yonder yearned, with heart that hoped to hurl, Himself into the hinterland, a hero's journey to embark, To chase the chimeras of chang......Read the rest...

...In the hush of twilight's embrace, Where shadows dance and interlace, A melody rose, soft and sweet, A lullaby, in rhythmic beat. In a quaint village, nestled deep, Where dreams and silenc......Read the rest...

...Into the Sturm und Drang fueled maelstrom Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene All la names bespeaking deity froom Noah Mo' Room India Arc of Covenant to crypt tick Blood (swea......Read the rest...

... Last night I heard Jane Goodall tell the story of her life of 90 years. She spoke a lot about her mother…and of her own wishes, dreams and fears. She spoke about her chimpanzees and their world......Read the rest...