Best Arches Poems

Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of...

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Springing free from glistening 
Fronds
The summers heat leaps for 
Height;
Whilst drifting obscurely far
Above 
A distant lark now hangs in 
Flight.

Floats down his sweet trill,
Accompanied by...

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An Ode to Femininity and Romance -

The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and...

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Your man 

O' fallen leaf of barren branch
doth charge my heart, my aching heart
with missing you, needing you
On sun dried earth I lay,
grasping at my...

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O, 
how I swoon
in the ruby bliss of your sunset kiss -
your vibrant rays of maturity arouses my fire; 
touching me with urgent rapture,
saturating me...

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Deep golden choirs ringing out
their scarlet anthems with a shout;
blood orange whispers echo
as the violet innuendo 
scatters all about.

The dusky pink clouds fade to grey,
the...

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You know me as a poet, and writer of poems sad,
I take poetic license, violating rules and conventions;
telling a story using figurative language, I share,
...

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If I could,
I would love you each day for the rest of my life as if there were no more tomorrows.

If I could,
I would show...

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You are a jeweled gift sparkling diamond rock temple 
One of thousand in the world touched petal by petal 

Skies above true blue wrapped cotton...

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Nothing more than a pretty smile - repost

There she was chasing a rabbit 
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from...

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You know me as a poet, and writer of poems sad,
I take poetic license, violating rules and conventions;
telling a story using figurative language, I share,
...

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Pipe Dreams

Though I have a woman’s heart; it pounds with
dragon’s fire. Curled about the core of self, 
I have lain in wait for Asia with...

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Draped in silent fog, is a reservoir of dreams
weathering each season, with a mystifying scheme  …
On a wind-swept shelf, she is silently sleeping 
Where...

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Cityscape

The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
    In straight lines
    Of hard edges -
Peaks of 
    Right angles...

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