Best Aspect Poems

Where Luna treads are silver threads, the wisps of clouds that slide
through sky of night, and shining white, they part so she might glide
serenely through...

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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted...

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I know a girl
That's pure beauty to see
Won't mention her name
As I feel there's no need

You'd know by her smile
Her sparkling eyes
The way she celebrates
Every...

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Line of enquiry:
"We look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay 
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how...

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Marrying you is my biggest dream
When it will happen now I can’t see
In anticipation I wait 
Since our first date
I know with no doubt, that...

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Imagine all the people
who trade in human life,
imagine all the reasons
given to this particular vice.
I visualize the rivers
that run with coagulated blood,
I visualize the tyrant
that...

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Where Luna treads are silver threads, the wisps of clouds that slide

through sky of night, and shining white, they part so she might glide

serenely through...

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In a gorgeous meadow chock full of butterflies and daylilies there lived a 
sassy happy beautiful dragonfly.  She was loved by the tulips, roses,...

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You crept into our lives
silently stalking
like a cat burglar in the dead of night
invading every aspect of our world

Robotic treatment by the Da Vinci Machine
operated...

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RODIN’S NEW ICON

Should Rodin live today would he be inspired
To sculpt a marble sequel to THE THINKER
Modern ethos means fresh image is required
To become an...

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The poet dreams, and with a simple glance
at trees or sky or at a mountain spring,
begins to write, endeavors to enhance
each sight of beauty with...

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oh, my precious child!

let me kiss away your weep -
do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night
(stars whispering their ancient lullaby)
swallowing not, the...

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On either side the boarded footpath lie
Still pools in swamp with sinister reflection
Dull images and scenes of life gone by 
Suggest to heart a darkness...

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It seems that politics today invades nearly every aspect of life,
And creates forlorn misery, pitiful stress and needless strife.
We can't enjoy sporting events 'cause its...

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