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  • Silent Moon at allpoetry
    Opening up hope reveals truth and faith.
  • An Amazing Muse at allpoetry
    Trust is the secret remedy of the soul of the inner muse. It must be aloud to lead and follow at the same time for it works in concert like music does fill the acoustic chambers of the heart. Welcome back inner you!!! I
  • Gratitude at allpoetry
    The grapes extend their vines To reach toward the sum
  • Saint Rafael at allpoetry
    I walk beneath the moonlight Into a new day
  • Drip Drops at allpoetry
    Drip, drops Raindew and corn
  • [ What kind of wine ] at allpoetry
    What kind of wine Would I'd be?
  • Invisible Angel at allpoetry
    Invisible Angel Sing my song to me
  • [ Cats in the cradle ] at allpoetry
    Cats in the cradle And the leaders have sworn
  • Falcon Speaks at allpoetry
    articfalcon: Where wilt thou oh sacred truth find me a path to lead vacant ears to drink? So that the hollowness of emptiness may be filled with gleeming souls awaiting for the promise of a new day to shine with the
  • Angelic Scorn at allpoetry
    Spells have no bind without fools who count them!
  • Falcon Wings at allpoetry
    Freedom rings for the people who fight for it!!!
  • Thunder at allpoetry
    Dare you whisper at a time like this Stand with you hands folded no more
  • Mortal Eternal at allpoetry
    What stretched forth hand Doth bring promise
  • The Poet at allpoetry
    You must live what you do And life is poetry
  • [ I shine prudence ] at allpoetry
    I shine prudence In a dark deep woods
  • Love at allpoetry
    You... You are the memories
  • Loves Embrace at allpoetry
    To winter weather A blizzard cold spell
  • Awaken! Oh! Dark night! at allpoetry
    Awaken! Oh dark night! Into a new morning light
  • Philomena and Mom at allpoetry
    Soft winds blow through the primrose And the violets of the fields
  • [ I find the message of peace be still and then you'll be free here!!! ] at allpoetry
    What things matter most when looking into the great wide open?
  • Hope at allpoetry
    I am the morning after A new begining
  • Sea faring Pirate at allpoetry
    I am neither skull nor skeleton And keep no bottle of rum
  • Love at allpoetry
    Why have we given to life A spec in return for time ?
  • A Quiver of Pens and Men at allpoetry
    A Quiver of Pens and Men by: The Articfalcon
  • Moon Moth Flutter at allpoetry
    You're missing the universe while you lose yourself in the world. A Moon moth flutter
  • Light's on at allpoetry
    A time where certainty is challenged by logic and reason. There was a drunk man knocking upon a traffic light lamp post at about 3 am in the morning and while doing so a police car with two cops
  • Eagle Jet to Me at allpoetry
    Life is best defined by the days with spent each other. Flying over head
  • Novice Genius at allpoetry
    It is the ruin of nations if we as a people retreat into complacency and accept failure. The under ocean current is extremely cold and its temperatures are at any time compromise or if it is at any time warmer i
  • Secret s of the Round Circle Seal at allpoetry
    The solemn truth requires the keeper.
  • Precious Gifts at allpoetry
    Precious Gifts As the forest drips with green emerald hues
  • Envious Pride at allpoetry
    I have woven my song into a cloak And have covered it with embroideries of old
  • Soil at allpoetry
    SOIL Soiled my hands have become as I do tend to the matters of the heart. Matters in which we for strength and pride disregard for reasons of the fear to outwardly embark a journey that leads into a
  • Manacles of Time at allpoetry
    Oh! What troubles the mind in such times where / We at best could do more with so much less / For some a paper weight to exchange / For the burdens that in gain / Have made flight such a troublesome bore?
  • Dragon at allpoetry
    Dragons / By: The Artic Falcon / What doth this mean Dragon? / For mine is most fierce and wicked / For while I pray it breathes its breath of fire / Making my swords sharp for speech / And whi
  • Lady Of The Moon at allpoetry
    From where did my voice come from? / And to whom does these echoes belong to? / For I said not a word to the sky / And yet as whispers speak / Cool breezes / Softly blow on by / / First a gentle touch / Then