Category Archives: Poetry

The Poet’s Plight

THE POET’S PLIGHT By PoeticMeditations Alas, it seems I am one of few Who knows the secrets of the rose, The lambent light in a drop of dew, The mysteries of moonlit snows. Hears the whispered music of the spheres, … Continue reading

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Jupiter Through the Kitchen Window

JUPITER THROUGH THE KITCHEN WINDOW By PoeticMeditations Through the open kitchen window one early morn, My gaze beheld an unwavering point of light, Above the treetops dark, before mankind was born. Jupiter! Shining in the waning sea of night. Its … Continue reading

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The Cynic of Love

THE CYNIC OF LOVE By PoeticMeditations The phrase, “All you need is love,” is nothing but a lie; Without air, food or water, we would all simply die. It’s a chemical response to something that we like. Attractive faces cause … Continue reading

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The Songbird Seller Along the Quay

THE SONGBIRD SELLER ALONG THE QUAY By PoeticMeditations Every morning I passĀ  by her along the quay, Beside a table stacked with small wooden cages, Each holding a songbird brightly chirping away, Amidst the booksellers scrabbling for their wages, Sitting … Continue reading

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Proetry

PROETRY By PoeticMeditations Pretty baubles all strung together, Fluffy topics light as a feather, No thought given to form or rhythm, Has become the fashionable trend. All gone the meter, all gone the rhyme, Alliteration is now a crime. No … Continue reading

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Pearls Before Swine

PEARLS BEFORE SWINE By PoeticMeditations A vein cut open – each drop of blood Pools upon the page to form each word. Lovingly handcrafted into lines, Aged in oaken barrels like fine wine. Till meaning and form merge into one … Continue reading

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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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