Best Astonishingly Poems

      ~~Move the Clouds~
      (A Reason for Rainbows)

When you left, you took my heart!
It was midnight.
You darted out of the house into
that midnight Spring moonlight,
with but two sentences.
I stood there weeping, with my tears 
falling on...

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My black is beautiful from head to toe
It's not just the fullness of my lips, or broadness of my nose.
My black is beautiful; it’s not a curse but a gift
It’s more than the texture of my hair, and the span of my hips
My black is...

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G O D

God my professor who does not sit on a stool at the head of the class correcting exam papers with their columns of graphite-filled dots with each question being multiple choice and the last choice reading “none of the above” even you may...

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Drink the Namibia Countryside 

Namibia a West African country, on the Atlantic coast
Namibia’s beauty is wonderfully surreal and alluring,
With endless savannah and bushland 
With most stunning landscapes in Africa, 
with acres of ocean shores, woodland savannas,
With game-rich grasslands and a semi-arid Central Plateau
lonely desert roads...

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By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live, as they’re no longer
around, is the lame and unconvincing excuse
that’s often and dishonestly given in explanation, to rebut or
defend their...

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Now the sun and the sand were treacherously hot
    and not a place for Man or a Beast.
As you must be audaciously quick to find a good spot
    or you will number among the desert's deceased.

A pair of young...

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A Dark Identity

Days into nights... time without time
Normalities of everyday life beckons to remain
Shadows with lights.... to find to define
I am he who goes by without a name

The world is only up to date
And I’ve decided no more to follow
Bearing time to finally relate
Yet a...

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In his songbook,
are raving songs of beauty,
which thrushes around the phrases of my mind

and embroiders my soul on an errand 
into a white night of a white Christmas, 
in a white dreamland, 
and having sleepless dreams, 
and numerous pictures, 
which I can’t clearly depict

but I...

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I lay my body on this heap,
My eyes are weary and longing for sleep.
As the world gets darker and begins to swirl,
For this poet has found comfort in a suicide pill. 
My  body will be found stiff and chilled
With a note that says “Kiss...

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The Legend with his lyrics
Expressed a hope, a wish, a whim
An unattainable dream to stay forever young
Today in the morning light
I saw myself looking back at me
Suddenly surprised at how desensitized
I’d become
To the irreversible sands of time
A weathered look astonishingly like Dad
Who without dispute is...

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'Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you'
A gift of lyrics a Dead, Poetic fan of fiction sketched to me
why the worried expression, he's right here in this chair
staring at his palms happily
he formulated, forged, formed this sublime work of art
a...

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All right, here is the scenario and the how. Defeat the deceit she believes to be 
hers, abandon the bond between us, with re-established trust admiration and lust 
must appear. Bring me a woman that has made mistakes, bring me a woman that 
can appreciate...

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Oh my  love    
ever  dear  to   all  my  existence  
I    can   never  look  away  ,
from   the  man   you’ve  always ...

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I Will Cry At My Wedding
By Rick Rucker

Those tears will be very real,
They will reflect the way I feel,

To have found this lovely Wife,
Especially this late in Life,

This gorgeous woman who is never boring,
Always sends my Heart a-soaring,

To astonishingly new heights,
With her Womanly delights,

After having...

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Into the tunnel we went
In search of danger, black deeds and terrifying mystery
Armed as the Romans for this ghastly adventure
With EMF*, night vision and digital recorders
Prepared to capture in these haunting sepulchers
Disembodied voices, and hair raising caresses.

Dust
Crumbling rock, spider webs
“Aaaaamyyy,” her voice whispered to me
Batteries...

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