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Interwoven A Wish
You are that wish that…I
Wish…that was never…
An Arabian night tale…
Running rampage in my head…
I'm drowning, drowning…
Fruitfulness to the touch…
A wish still…
Is that the deal…
Can I appeal…
My heart you steal…
A light house showing me a road…
Leading to your garden feast…
Where I will dedicate my best…
But that light is to nowhere…
Interwoven a wish with life…
Your life…
An ocean of love…
A paradise of love…
That unusual reaction…
To your beautiful attraction..
I now watch my actions…
You goddess of dawn…
Queen of my heart…
A wonder wish…
Not to come true…
An…interwoven dream…(wish) …YOU
poem by whisperkwane Lamb

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The Valley Of Tears
The fabric of our literature,
Interwoven with images to swing the muse;
Life and leisure,
Gods and heroes,
Of the Biblical polemic to teach others when,
We have a narrow cover to wrap up.
Antiochus Epiphanes,
Like the message od Herod the antipas;
Stammering lips to speak,
I am in the valley of tears!
The sounding of the trumpet,
In the assembly of the gods;
Ny ears caught a whisper when,
The spirits brushed past by.
Bodies of clay,
In the land of gods and heroes;
To pass through the middle of it like,
The loud cymbals of an unknown city.
An interwoven image,
Tears heavier than the sands of the sea;
Wisdom is for your mind,
Knowledge is for your being,
Understanding is for your guide,
A fabric from the noise of many waters!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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The Lady Lost And To Be Found
He once said,
'Sell your tears somewhere else
And tell your tales to someone else
The pain is interwoven though'.
He further said,
'The flood of your sobs and the sweat of your sighs
Can never reach the feet of men on this mount of rock
The debts are still unpaid though'.
Let us hope,
'A glimmer of hope hovers over the lady lost,
May be, there will descend one day
A world of equations somehow'.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair

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And you love me
And you love me
I love you.
You are, then, cold coward.
Aye; but, beloved,
When I strive to come to you,
Man's opinions, a thousand thickets,
My interwoven existence,
My life,
Caught in the stubble of the world
Like a tender veil --
This stays me.
No strange move can I make
Without noise of tearing
I dare not.
If love loves,
There is no world
Nor word.
All is lost
Save thought of love
And place to dream.
You love me?
I love you.
You are, then, cold coward.
Aye; but, beloved --
poem by Stephen Crane

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Information technology and business are becoming inextricably interwoven. I don't think anybody can talk meaningfully about one without the talking about the other.
quote by Bill Gates

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Fairies weave magic
Golden threads interwoven
Creating a spell.
haiku by Heather Burns

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Language, philosophy, and science are interwoven into the design of words, which are manipulated to create surprising illusions.
quote by John Langdon

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Love's Light
I read this poem in a book on my IPod...
Love's light, so strong and true;
The world of chaos surrounded the two;
Paths that croosed after searching lifetimes unseen;
Two hearts interwoven as fate has deemed;
Obstacles tossed to deter their progression;
Broken sould drawn together in an endless obsession;
Purity of their feelings they long to be together;
True love is their gift to be shared as one forever.
poem by Tiana Webb

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Agnes
Yahweh is my strength and my salvation,
So do not sink to the bottom of the sea like a stone;
For Yahweh is greater than all the gods (elohim) !
In the moon Ziv,
In the moon Bul,
In the moon Abib,
In the moon Ethanim,
Interwoven with chains for my love for you;
Oh Agnes! You are like Hiram, the King of Tyre.
Agnes my love,
Come and let us share this world so sweet;
For in the peace of my mind,
I will always wait for your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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I Am...
I am… I breathe,
I am … I dream.
One gives me life
Other, reason to live.
Interwoven,
One energises
To
Visualise and actualise,
My dreams
Which flow
Like a stream
Of fragrance
Through my consciousness:
Essence
Of my being
poem by Mamta Agarwal

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Interwoven Changes
from spiritual sphere
vibrating perfection
heightened plane
radiating enlightenment
come skilled weavers
cultivating choice workmanship
surrogate forefathers weave
substitute artisan transition
come weavers who
sanction chosen
pious path divining
difficult diffuse
deifying interwoven
soul shaping changes
guardians investing
cerebellum corporeal beauty
redusting
waning world
with stardust
breathing
resonant life
back into
dead works
made manifest
poem by Terence George Craddock

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In The Garden
I met you in the garden,
Pools of amber, all aglow.
A wine bottle in the garden,
Began to overflow.
Golden threads interwoven,
Friendship on display.
A treasure chest of magic,
Opening up today.
poem by Heather Burns

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Render
Impassive,
Sojourners,
Guests;
As short as hand-breaths!
Declare,
Render,
Follow!
But it always falls on the seventh day of every week.
Summons,
Covenant,
Magnified;
Her clothing is interwoven with gold!
But the olive oil is for the light,
And i am here to save you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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Perceptions of Pink
You asked me the other day if I saw in pink.
I wasn’t so much surprised by the question
(because I knew neon was how you saw the world)
as I was caught off-guard by it;
no one ever asked me if I saw in color before.
I gave you the first answer that came to mind–
No. I saw the world in cliches and over-used metaphors.
I told you I love anything average and sappy.
Yet, I started thinking more about pink;
specifically, a handmade, chenille, pastel-pink blanket.
I brought my textured pink close enough to examine,
I saw the threads that were frayed, the ones soft with use,
and the occasional red and white strings not hidden well enough.
I saw the craftsmanship: the passion that moves into forms
and the discipline it takes to create.
If you were to walk by me and my blanket of cliches,
you would say you saw a handmade, chenille, pastel-pink blanket.
I invite you yo look closer, as I have done,
to the red passions, the cool-white of discipline, the interwoven threads,
and you will see that everything is the color pink.
poem by Carrie D'Amato

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Truth Of Space
This limpid truth is yours to face,
To volunteer and steer into space.
The medley of stars surrounds our vision,
Interwoven, installed and in circumcision.
The fading of the suns is like the stars,
Abolishing the inner cities created bazaars.
The trade between them is among them,
Shall nature of the galaxy condemn?
poem by Naveed Akram

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So many reasons
Incidentally we are God fearing persons
We have strong belief with so many reasons
It is broadly interwoven in complete mind
There is no pace for less scope for thoughts to find
Incidentally we are God fearing persons
We have strong belief with so many reasons
It is broadly interwoven in complete mind
There is no pace for less scope for thoughts to find
Faith sometimes compel us to depend on fate
We express helplessness and openly state
“Nothing is in our hand” as it is not destined
And we mutely agree to the things already imagined
Even highly educated people tend to bow down
They may curse themselves even if fault is not their own
This can be considered as a escapist tendency
One can only cut sorry figure and feel pity
We are for sure that only almighty is powerful
The life can end with consequence so sorrowful
This gives rise to faith blindness to succumb
Person never tries contest and remain mute and dumb
In one way it is good not to fight against unfavorable condition
It advises you to observe restraints and reserve the ammunition
It is nice to leave certain things for comfortable feeling
You might be certainly not for in or unwilling
If thing turn in your favor, you may pray god for success
You may even try to reason out for easy access
This has all happened due to luck and fate
Only fortune arrived in time from lucky gate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Spam
patiently you weave the mat
put there the design of life
hope
love
and you color it with a special dye
blood
sweat
tears
and when the mat is finished
you look at it with a certain contentment
all your longings are interwoven
a beautiful mat
where my love can sleep
the mat contains the wind
and the coolness of ferns
the warmth
of two lovers not seeing each other for years
what your neighbors say
do not really matter now
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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As A Seal
Set me as a seal on your mind!
For love is as strong as death!
But, jealousy is as cruel as the grave.
Late spring,
Interwoven;
Joy! !
I will kiss you when i find you my love;
For many waters cannot quench love!
Nor, can flood waters drown it out.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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Thick-Sprinkled Bunting
THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! Flag of stars!
Long yet your road, fateful flag!--long yet your road, and lined with
bloody death!
For the prize I see at issue, at last is the world!
All its ships and shores I see, interwoven with your threads, greedy
banner!
--Dream'd again the flags of kings, highest born, to flaunt
unrival'd?
O hasten, flag of man! O with sure and steady step, passing highest
flags of kings,
Walk supreme to the heavens, mighty symbol--run up above them all,
Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting!
poem by Walt Whitman

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Epics are read to feel the emotion
In epics,
Emotions are essentially eight.
Forerunners are the heroic and the erotic,
Interwoven with the furious and the pathetic,
Intercepted by the horrible and the surprise,
And intervened by the comic and the disgusting.
The epics
Are read and read to experience similar emotions.
01.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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