Best Grateful Poems

    "A Near-Death Experience of A Sweetheart"



Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds
among white fluffy clouds and shimmering stars awhile wind...

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In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...

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It's raining again, grey neon skies,
washing away suppressed surfaces,
to reveal unhealed wounds,
to scars the eyes cannot see

sometimes they bleed.

Some say words heal,
but I resist to...

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“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius

“Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. 
“Glad to be here, Bob. Thank you for...

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It's been ten long years now since that awful tragedy
When a stranger I didn't know, gave his life to save me
I was on the edge...

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just going  to church every week ~ does not make you a better Christian

be grateful for everything that you have ~ because many have...

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O April
how I’ve longed for your return
to breathe new life 
into this gnarled body..
for these roots to be unfettered 
from the grasping earthen frost -...

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There once was a bum. He was the neighborhood drunk. He had an unkempt demeanor. His salt and pepper hair had not been washed in...

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it began so innocently
we exchanged ideas on poetry
his art, the suffering he endured
he preyed upon my compassion
as he meticulously bided his time...

i felt safe as...

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We Are One


Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons

My voice 
Your...

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~  My favorite Thanksgiving memory was, quite simply, a walk at my grandparents house - I'll never forget how nature spoke to me that...

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And so it is…
When the trees don’t speak, barely a whisper in the wind,
Wet petals stuck motionless to the ground as if pinned
When there is...

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It was still quite dark in Milton Creek, and it had just gone four
When Tom arrived at the sheriff's office, and knocked on his door
The...

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The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf
embrace a ripened red motif,
as cranberries and maples blaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.

Where starling murmurations dance
a breathless...

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Dear December, 
Forgive my silence, 
I’m still bleeding from 
         the lacerations,
I still hear the echoes 
from...

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