Farewell Beauty Poems

a stroll …

just a stroll … like any other
numberless now, the times this path
had taken her to the wood -
the dark, deep wood where her
memories...

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From mine chamber, breathless and perspiring upon the bed,
I spy you there, out my window, looming overhead.
Your gaze, a silent arbiter in the night,
I cloak...

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I follow others in search of fortune,
I've made a decision to leave town;
many love this boy's eyes so brown:
on his goodbye he whistles a sad...

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Dear secret, have I depicted your story? 
Can I finally now lay you to rest?
Please understand, 
I never bid farewell, 
Esteem I cannot forget,
From mutual...

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In the midst of a wet night,
discovered myself upon a viaduct,
straggled or vagrant, uncertain.
Not petrified by the dark, rumbling sky,
amazed to find the place familiar;
I...

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Waiting for the clock to strike twelve,
I idly threw myself on my cozy bed.
Sniffing the pleasantly sweet smell,
From my window, all spread. 

Listening to my...

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I used to think about the times we had.
I would dwell on it and then end up sad. 
Because those days were one of the...

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Written: December 2, 2023
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Amid diaphanous dazzle day, clad in...

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Written: November 14, 2023 For Robert James Liguori

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Soothed by her cool breeze
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butterfly in blue
wafting skies we always knew
in orange-gold sun

redbirds sing farewell
a warm hour of green flowers
when still wind listens

to meadows and woods
minty lanes where beauty...

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The Last Unicorn 

I was with the last Unicorn
As she drew her last breath
Her horn expelled magic
As she succumbed to her death

The fairies and Gnomes
Each...

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Written: August 31, 2023
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Each day the evenings will shorten,
My lawn never got vibrant in my garden.
Life shifts slowly as the sun sets low in the...

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I remember only an alone bird flying over the high mountains,
Its wings painted by the hues of a setting sun,
A solitary silhouette against the fading...

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Her eyes with their twinkle, her cheeks with their blush,
she offers a biscuit and asks, “what’s the rush?”
The door stands wide open, a mat for...

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