Beckons Poems - Poems about Beckons

Your smile beckons my heart To come As soothing rays of the sun Nurturing famished hearts with warmth As keys to the essence of your soul Unlocking golden secrets yet untold As stirrings of a gentle but persistent wind Generously caressing both lovers and friends As welcoming as a long-lived tree A familiar yet majestic thing of beauty Your smile beckons my heart To come...

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Let metephors flow..while images rhyme, unstructure find My focus. As 'thoughts whirl in sublime.' Let shiver the ether' come all.. Come what? this May.' Into June..Nay Through a years run.'May poetic licence; and richest expressive.. Be on full display.'...

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the sea lures me as waves run one after another splashes over the silvery sand and moving shingles slow tide flows inwards ...

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I once called emerald haze a soothing friend Decided to choose a path where clear skies mend Her whispers still linger so soft and sweet A fleeting lure and desire I swore not to repeat A peaceful warmth provided like a siren’s glow Yet we separated and I completely let go Temptation taps and plays a melodic disguise Yet I see right...

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I’ve heard it said that poetry is dead But I don’t believe that’s true. It runs in our veins like water to rain Somewhere inside me and you. It’s up in the air, in circles and squares And oceans, rivers and tides, In cats and dogs, bayous and bogs, In taverns and tall rocket rides. For life is an ocean of poetry in...

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Beneath midnight’s vexing veil, insidious shadows creep. A tormented mind weaves its tale, where solitude and loneliness weep. A soul surrounded by a storm of woe, death’s relentless call, Lost and all alone, he drifts through labyrinthine halls. The mirror’s ghastly gaze, reflects a loathsome face. Each etched...

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snowy day even so the flea market beckons me ...

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I sit pondering, wondering the meaning, what is happening finding it all baffling, without starting, without finishing. It just goes on never really getting on or yet arriving There is nothing to hear, see, or smell, but I have a yearning. That just beyond, hiding out of sight, something is watching or maybe, it is waiting, I stumble onwards, I...

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The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows Moving sluggishly towards the horizon Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in Her feet digging deep into the sand as it sinks between her toes Emersed, with arms folded she prepares and off she goes The cool oceans...

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The inevitable word ‘come’ coined by destiny, embeds in the nascent awareness at a time precisely when the eyes open to the distant lighthouse light, journey begins with the warping waves out of sight. The echo of breakers reaches the pitch very high, as the sun slides slowly with dismal cloud in the sky, from where the call...

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Trees hear the wild whisper of the winds Whispering songs Mother nature sings Hibernation songs are heard all around Barren trees weep as leaves touch ground A blue jay squawks perched upon the branch Vibrant blue feathers loudly sing and dance Calling his mate to join him in their nest As frigid winds murmur their need to rest The ground is sleepy as...

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This world no longer beckons No snow-capped mountain or raging sea ever again to move me... Yonder lighthouse beams for others My vision's fixed above Heaven's port my succor ...

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The sky beckons me To dream, to fly, to be Everything in my power Cleansed by every shower The sky beckons me With peaceful colors to see With pictures in the clouds Away from all the crowds The sky beckons me Heidi Sands 7/29/22...

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The weather has warmed from yesterday’s chill, And the meadow beckons me for a stroll It has that strong magnetic pull for me still. Near the start of the path, I hear a familiar trill Though cold northern winds have taken their toll. The weather has warmed from yesterday’s chill The air catches in my throat as my dry lungs fill, But...

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Reborn here now without baggage The first light of dawn finds the night And sees the dark it will pilage To tint the Earth in yellow soft light Morning beckons birds on the wing Reborn here now without baggage With open beaks, they start to sing Warmth embraces feathered plumage Dawn's rendered glimmer turns the page With gleams from the sun's streaming gold Reborn here...

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