Best Aorta Poems

My aorta beats in golden poppies,
pulsing down slopes to pool
in a bruise of purple sage.
Though my eyes gleam
with lemon marigolds
snow caps of porcelain lupine
melt on...

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It's said that a house is not a home
rather, home is where the heart is
I can agree with this statement
Of course, I have a wife...

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Fated to Love


Best to simply weigh the heart with a poppy seed
Counter balance on granite
All its rhythmical surging
Its expeditious life
Amounts to nothing

Better then, not to...

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Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Contest Name	'New Beginnings

20 thousand and more years, then,
 We came away from Mars,
Gravity ships with field deflection,
Electromagnetic with the stars.

Come we then...

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Eh, Bebe ... 
clueless you with the wide eyes open, 
which can’t see

So apoplectic of heart,
paralyzed by the cobra sway
of changeling channel charmer words

Gen Z...

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It’s been too long since I sang the song 
Of the runner down the road;
Losing cares to wind in the hair 
And a river that...

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I'm tired of writing love poems and trying to put spins on them;
So for inspiration and ideas i go brainstorming;
But each thought, each idea seems...

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An arrow pierced my beating heart 
While deep in rapt repose;
Waking me from my memories 
Of Milvian Bridge I suppose.

It struck straight in my aorta...

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there are some parts of your personality
you must never look at
or Aristotle's logic will pay you a visit
for a 15th century anatomy lesson
an eye for...

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I

 
Take out the caked grimy faucet plug

Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck

           ...

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My drapes are drawn tight,
in the morning of our afternoon,
after the fall – beyond the light
of a silent evening spent.
Dusk spits a new shine
upon the...

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There’s a clock on my wall
in the den – striking ten
as I slink down the hall -
simply remembering when
our passion was valid
and truthful
and honored
and sacred.

Now...

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Minister:

I watched the wind bend trees
and break their stateliness and pride.
With force that only God creates,
Wind pushes man aside.
I ought to know by now that...

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His mother, a gaelic queen
his father, a rugged pit miner
he wishes to never be seen
being solitary has never been finer

the son of sons he was
the...

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Deep thought

reality sometimes lets you in,
thoughts are deeds, see em pass,
across the mind, what a blast,
without a hint of sin....

let no evil thought exude,
see your...

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