Category Archives: Poetry

THE HAND OF TIME

THE HAND OF TIME By PoeticMeditations The hand of Time has touched the bloom Which now begins to slowly droop To end what started in the womb; The upright head begins to stoop. Supple edges begin to fray, Colors start … Continue reading

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Beware of Foxes

Beware of foxes Dressed in their Sunday finest – Deceitful tricksters (By PoeticMeditations)

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La Belle et La Bete

LA BELLE ET LA BETE By PoeticMeditations Hidden deep beneath this bestial facade, Can you see past this monstrosity And catch a glimpse of nobility; A kindred spirit which pride has forbade? Cursed forever for haughty arrogance, Chastised by affliction’s … Continue reading

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The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

THE SORCERER’S APPRENTICE By PoeticMeditations Laboring ceaselessly in some lonely garret, Attempting to bring to life things of great merit, Conjuring up images from out of thin air That convey beauty, truth, and love; pain and despair. Late into each … Continue reading

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Now the Dormant Trees Awaken from Their Winter Slumber

NOW THE DORMANT TREES AWAKEN FROM THEIR WINTER SLUMBER By PoeticMeditations Now the dormant trees awaken from their winter slumber, Stretch their branches upwards towards the radiant sun. From deep roots rise the nurturing sap now unencumbered; Emerge the tender … Continue reading

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The Inadequacy of Words

THE INADEQUACY OF WORDS By PoeticMeditatons Inert symbols laying on the page, Vessels containing so little wealth, A thousand for a single image; Simulacrum of the thing itself. “Bread” alone an empty stomach does not fill, Neither can words make … Continue reading

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The Winter of Our Discontent

THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT By PoeticMeditations Winter’s death has come, laid bare the trees, Withered the grass, fallen all the leaves. Gone the blazing days of summer’s glory, Gone the fruitful days of autumn’s bounty. Amidst great boasting, scorn … Continue reading

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