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Best Poems Written by Stanley Cannon

Below are the all-time best Stanley Cannon poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Angry Words

Angry words on humbled paper
Staring with contempt at the face of their maker
Regretting being created completely inferior
To much better poems by writers much wearier
Silently screaming and burning with rage
If he had any sense he would burn this page

Angry words are eloquent not
Spilled in weakness from an emotional robot
Blistering ignorance fills this space
Words without meaning are such a waste
Shred this page and start all over
If this poem grows you are just getting colder!

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Tears In the Rain

Rain pours on her hair
Wet without an umbrella
Her tears are drowning

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Deceptive Snowflake

Soft lazy clouds push down on sky
Clinging to the heavens with solitary resolve
Heavy wet blankets the oblivious wind
Spreading an icy breath of discontent

One Deceptive Snowflake leads the exodus
Leaving the safeness of sky
Praising in dance new freedom
Giving tow to weary stitches of white

One and more descend into morn'
Following in blissful ignorance
A sea of look-a-likes
Crashing into a wall of color

Masquerading as equals
In denial of their uniqueness 
Land in rest
On heels of the charge

Helpless in a frozen wall
Wishing only for thaw
When warmth melts betrayal 
Into wells of forgiveness

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October Midnight Sky

I stare in wonder, unable to turn my eyes from the October midnight sky
The heavy darkness presses down on me taking the breath from within
The stars pierce my soul like a thousand tiny needles

Never have I felt so small
Never have I felt such awe
There are countless mysteries calling
 waiting to be discovered
So many that should be known
So many that never will
October midnight sky 
Your silence is my call

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Heart of the Sea

Gazing at me from an island of blue,
I view from an ocean of sand.
Her cries from weightless gulls tells of the loneliness within,
for there is no other the same.
Waves pour from her heart,
she pushes me away and pulls me back, ever discontent.
Too far away, I cannot hear her voice.
Too close, I am sinking.

She carries on her shoulders those who do not know her pain,
they laugh and smile as she carries their worries away.
Deep within her heart a storm grows, 
until the fury of her emotions flow from within,
crushing content, drowning resonance.
To know her is to be lost forever,
to reach her is to never be the same without her touch.
She calls, no one else can hear.

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Winter's Glass

The frost weighs heavy
Separating weakened limbs
From the sleeping trees
Covering the last foliage
Foggy glass crowns the color

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The Rose

As day breaks, the rose shimmers in the morning sunlight
Like a soul awakening from captive sleep
Dew glistens, bringing to life colorful warmth
An ocean of beauty from the void of the deep 
Shadows bow, stabbed in their content, too confused to weep
Against its will, with its beauty it wakes to conquer the darkness
Until the day grows weak and is laid to rest

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Clockwork

Tomorrow is here,
the reckoning of another day gone.
Rushing at the open door of now,
spent before I can wrap myself around it.

A wave of time that crashes with surprise,
slips away without looking back.
Hands that cannot hold it,
point at the door through which it has gone.

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Restless Sleep

Weary and pained, I close my eyes
Pushed, in need of rest beyond sane measures
My mind resists, reliving the day
Like a movie already seen that reruns endlessly
Like reality show contestants in a battle for fame
Words spoken aloud and heard in a quiet room

Sleep finally creeps in
Staining the windows with dark graffiti
Restless sleep soaks into my body
Choking out all reality
Like a child's top spun off of a table
I am thrown from a cliff 
Into the endless black that can be my own heaven or hell.

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Love In the Grains

Wonderful imperfections at every glance
Edges worn, as solid as ever
Age gives proof of the foundation
No splash of paint could increase the value
Pretending it is new only cheapens
Not sensible to others
The value truly only to the owners
It is a priceless work of art
No hired hand could finish the work
The natural look of it brings awe