Best Write Poems

“Write I will – until my heart stops – when the pen from my hand finally drops.” by author

I write about love and the beautiful...

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"Mine all Mine!"

A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea

A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like...

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Partial Paper
 -A poet in heat-

Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every line
Drops of passion...

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This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made...

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I got to wonderin' the other day
who was the greatest poet ever?
Was it a guy named Willie Shakespeare
or someone much more clever?

I thought it over...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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Perception


while djinnis cackle

I craft poetry
in this room 
with both hands tied

I compose
on white walls
with an imaginary blue pen




Copyright © Darren White
July 27, 2018...

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Around midnight, in the library I found myself drawn,
to these shelves haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
as a rare, late October storm brews beyond...

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Staying near to light my way
     now that there is no more day
You're needed to so brightly burn
   ...

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One day when I was walking 
inside a wood alone,
admiring the autumn trees,
I found a big flat stone.
It beckoned me to sit awhile -
 ...

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The keyboard is their instrument

A heart aroused warm with desire

Emotions long pent up unvented

Maybe rage set the mouse on fire_

Poetry is their game

Fun played and...

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Even in a rushed day, I find peace between moments.
 
Moments when two feathers fill me with joy.

Moments when the last rays of the sun...

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I once encountered a mountain, I didn’t want to climb
So, I stood and viewed its beauty, left everything else behind
I once encountered pouring rain and...

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She is                       ...

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I write each letter by hand in careful cursive. 
I want every sentence to be pretty,
to look feminine and delicate -
to soften the ugliness you...

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