Best Alleyways Poems

to my kindred soul
...i know you are out there
somewhere on the other side
across cobblestone streets
that scorn my feet, like hearts
on the pathways and wrong turns
of...

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Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways...

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Sorrow is

the night’s rainstorm

lashing an impoverished psyche

wandering lost with loss 

‘neath weeping eaves in murky-minded alleyways

without an umbrella. 


Susan Ashley 
July 29, 2019


~ First Place...

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Like block shaped wheels our lives stumble at the chapters we write
Corners seem dark and teeming with doubt,
alleyways call in echoes of our name,
as if...

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"I read the news today, oh boy" - Beatles 

apocalyptic revelations spinning 'round inside my head/have me tossing keep me turning wide awake upon my...

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As dawn unfolds today beyond my fractured windowpane,
a breeze beguiles the ashen drapes. Like snakes they slip aside,
revealing wanton worlds that race and run aground,...

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He fled the gazes of his brood --
They cut his soul with faces
sharp from lack of food.
Although their mouths
Voiced no complaint,
Their steady, unaccusing stares
Were so...

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Thoughts of Two Dimensions

Yesterday, I loved your courtyards
bathed in moonlight's shadows and smiles,
smitten by wavering stars,
lanterns of my youth,
that are reflected as coins,
in the quiet...

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I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking...

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The endgame 

And the cemetery was
nowhere to be found
yet was so present
in the shallow depth
the graveyard of the mind

No tombstone unturned
fragmented torn and twisted 
sorrow...

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Among the souls of empty hearts


O distant bells of steeples chime
in echoed hymns of saddened weep
Comes again the midnight hour, 
down dampened cobblestone to creep
...

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O the sunset...the sunset...the carnelian sunsets
how I long to hold them in my hand...so when you are blue...so blue
so deep dark blue...you can come to...

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Winter's Perfect Heat 


“Snowflakes gather in crystalline drfitings”

Lifting your hair, kissing the nape of your neck
Warm flesh waits on tippy toe desires
Lips brush skin, lower...

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Winter’s Passion’d Heat 
 

“Snowflakes gather in crystalline drfitings”

Lifting your hair, kissing the nape of your neck
Warm flesh waits on tippy toe desires
Lips brush skin,...

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Like fresh water from springs below a lake
There is much love to give, but who will take?

shuffling ‘neath neon lights
or lurking in alleyways
Myra roams urban...

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