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Tag Archives: Thorn
My Thorny Crown
War never truly ends for some. My Thorny Crown by Michael Doyle It’s said and it’s true As a lesson learned by me and you That only the dead Know the end of war For the rest of us, it’s … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Bring Down, Comfort, Crown, Cut, Day and Night, Dead, Death, Embraces, End, Forsaken, Good, Harbinger, Head, Heed, Infinite, Intimate, Keep, Line, Need, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pure, Small Spaces, Soul, Sure, Thorn, Torment, Traces, True, Understood, Unforgettable, Unknown, Untainted, War, Ways, Wear, Wrong and Right, Yesterday
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Rose’s Thorn
Halloween Poem #3 Rose’s Thorn by Michael Romani The rose’s thorn bled it’s blood Chosen to drag my soul through the mud Clever thought I in the transparency Lost in its morbid transcendency Condemned to the darkened dust Struggling in … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Beauty, Blade, Blame, Blood, Blush, Clever, Condemn, Cost, Cruel, Danger, Defile, Drool, Dust, Eyes, Halloween, Lost, Lush, Morbid, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Promise, Rose, Shatter, Soul, Still, Stranger, Strong, Struggle, Thorn, Transparent, Tuth, Twist, Unkempt, Vicious, Wheel, World, Wrong
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Fanfare and Flourish
Life can be filled with absurdities, some deeper than others. Fanfare and Flourish by Michael Romani In the fanfare and flourish Of too many mournful violins It seems life begins to nourish An image of a world of violence Divided … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Blindness, Burn, Conscience, Divided, Empty Pride, Falling Star, Fanfare, Flourish, Golden Rule, Kindness, Living, Losing Hand, Misunderstood, Mournful, Numbers, Old School, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Possibility, Thorn, Walls
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Hanging Rock Picnic
Hanging Rock Picnic by Michael Romani Like luminescent flowers in still life Bridal veil symbols waiting to become wives In a layer between viewers and the scene The girls poised on the precipice, If you know what I mean … Continue reading
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Tagged Aesthetic, Aware, Backstory, Beautiful, Boquet, Bridal Veil, Choices, Disappear, Fashionista, Flowers, Hanging Rock, Hedonistic, Impressionistic, Layers, Photograph, Picnic, Poem, Poetry, Precipice, Repression, Roles, Rot, Society, Subliminal, Thorn, Victorian Age, Voyeur, Wives, Young Girls
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