Poems About Memories by New Members
#memories
Poems about memories by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
Between Points
I lived my whole life under a canopy of sickly clouds
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
#FallingInLove
#learning
#love
#memories
#spiritual
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Between Points
I lived my whole life under a canopy of sickly clouds
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
#FallingInLove
#learning
#love
#memories
#spiritual
98 reads
5 Comments
Between Points
I lived my whole life under a canopy of sickly clouds
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
#FallingInLove
#learning
#love
#memories
#spiritual
98 reads
5 Comments
Between Points
I lived my whole life under a canopy of sickly clouds
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
#FallingInLove
#learning
#love
#memories
#spiritual
98 reads
5 Comments
Between Points
I lived my whole life under a canopy of sickly clouds
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
#FallingInLove
#learning
#love
#memories
#spiritual
98 reads
5 Comments
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