Beckoning Poems - Poems about Beckoning

Written: June 4th 2024, For Joseph May Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silver beckoning moon Shuffle along, unsettling ground Exposed by truth unclad unbound Shattered promise-laden blue eyes Birthed fire with whisper Silver beckoning moon Bare, glittering sheath. Velvet sky, tormented...

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snowball bush full bloom heart of enchantment dusk fumes as butterflies flit green lawn of languor and beauties lying in beds in the mellow noon white moon and scent orbs attracting hued birds and bees stopping hearts and feet...

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Now I am old I often sit and stare Pondering in wonder Who beckons me To the space out there...

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Kiss my lips for the last time, and let the clock end its chime, remember, life with me was not a dream, don't be sad at little sparrows flight, when the wise owl sees into the final night, a wry smile for the years that did creep, paying no heed to patient twilight sleep, when those grains of sand have fallen from...

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When hurt, hearts cry. Allowing pain to flow. When the fount of hope runs dry. Inner light ceases to glow. The pain of yesterday, lessens as time moves on. As light fades away, dimming until it is gone. Without hope, forever the night. Darkness consumes all. No lighthouse's bekoning light to hear the spirit's call. When we wish, when we dream. we dwell within the magic. No hope, no...

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The road is your only companion When the memories won’t kill you —but the lingering will (Highway 93 Lolo Montana: September, 1990)...

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I hear you, Mother. Calling me. To walk upon you with naked feet. And feel your breath caress my face, and find in you my sacred space. This ache in my heart grows ever stronger, I can't ignore your call much longer.. I feel you, Mother. Patiently awaiting my awakening. You set me free and watched me run alone into the setting Sun. And as...

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I, like humans, was given the task to create. But what did you do? You...

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"Please, I've been wandering aimlessly," Whispered a breath among the trees. In response rustled the leaves. "Can you hear me?" A pause followed the next breath. "I'm tired and I want to go home." The soul rest on its knees no longer wanting to roam. Wearily her eyes scanned the trees. "Please," She whispered again and waited for an answer on the...

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Beckoning by Michael R. Burch Yesterday the wind whispered my name while the blazing locks of her rampant mane lay heavy on mine. And yesterday I saw the way the wind caressed tall pines in forests laced by glinting streams and thick with tangled vines. And though she reached for me in her sleep, the touch I felt was Time's. This is an early poem, written during my youthful...

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Pages of white lust are recalling Summer moons tugging a retreating roar. God of Insanity: objects personified shaped to impact reason in his senseless world. Hands reach within closed eyelids- chis luring the heart. Cancerous pain seeps, then tunnels. A maroon creek rushing through sand-colored walls of leek-like tissue. It is winding, and ebbing, pushing the thunderous beat of muscle welded, torched by the pagan Creator. His opaque...

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Beckoning by Michael R. Burch Yesterday the wind whispered my name while the blazing locks of her rampant mane lay heavy on mine. And yesterday I saw the way the wind caressed tall pines in forests laced by glinting streams and thick with tangled vines. And though she reached for me in her sleep, the touch I felt was Time's. This is another one of my early...

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~ She reached for the ribbons of her gown not knowing why, but she held them in her hand as she floated through the ever changing mist, whites and grays in a swirling pattern, mesmerizing in blends and shifts, blurred yet possessing a clarity she could not explain or cared to think about right now She looked down on herself in her...

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The church bells Rang and rang In joyful peal Throughout the land Divinely spirited In utmost grandiose of ways Exuberant and mirthful Crystal echoes resonate Thru brisk morning air Stirring hearts aglow With appeal that's beckoning AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on June 5, 2019 for contest YOUR CHOICE (2) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND Originally posted on June 4, 2019...

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The Siren of fate lures you onto the rocks Her beauty enticing while masking what’s not A shipwreck of horrors that’s not what it seems Luring you onward away from your dreams A phantom discovery a fool’s masquerade Its promising temptress an ill mannered charade And once you discover your mortality is near You flail...

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