Best Awning Poems

A homeless man I saw one autumn night.
No blankets did he have as down fell snow.
A coat he wore. I watched him pull it tight
around his body. Colder it did grow.

The other homeless on the street were few.
I’m sure that to the shelters most had...

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High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four cafes, all in sync as they awaken from daytime hibernation to begin an evening ritual of turning on lights, welcoming...

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long scarf of a night
 clasping the bracelet of a moon,
 what emptiness is this when i have you not near?
 the distance of a thousand galaxies collecting stars
 unbinds me,
 when once i could tumble upon your
 nape so bronze
 as if there to...

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"Mans Search For Meaning" ~ Viktor E. Frankl
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"You have a way with words," she said

As I walked her to her car, after class....

Sitting at the Revue, underneath a brightened purple
awning

Sharing a piece of lemon cake of some sort, I believe

With two cups of cappuccino, amid...

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Sitting beneath the stellar awning
Humbly, shall I comemmorate
Before the sun, creeps in crawling
Every star shall I dedicate
To you, My Love; Look at the skies
For you, My Love, I most despise.
 
To you, I say, in subtle north
Go tell him how my heart did bleed
When he...

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Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.  
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness. 
They crisscross like dueling knights.  People in the crosswalk scamper 
as if squirrels and streetlights leer gleaming yellow eyes, like watchful hawks.
The shrill trumpets...

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Thrice I found you burnt to ashes

Withered and alone, I sewed on patches

Ideal soulmate, destiny had spoken

Nurturing your fragility, torn and broken



Fawning passion, your features ravishing

Lingering kisses, two bodies lavishing

Adjoined in desire, our fire illuminated

Memorizing every inch, enthralled and jaded

Exquisite devotion to my beloved James

Sacred...

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I noticed her limp immediately
when she sat next to me on the bench
in the park outside of the Prado.
I inquired about her deep brown eyes
behind her octagonal glasses
that looked sad and defeated.
“I was robbed here yesterday,
during siesta,” she said.
“Two men with knives
jumped out from the...

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Sitting alone in a serene seaside waiting for the beautiful scenery of sunset,
Tears starting to shed as the twilight finally crinkle the day as such a closet,
Darkness finally awning me and my heart screaming like nobody could ease the pain,
Pain that hurting me every single...

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(Re old poems)



The luncheon of French bourgeoisie under frilly striped awning.
Young fair maiden, rosy cheeks- beguiling her eyes; leans on the railing.
Amidst fruits and undrunk wine in amorous air strokes dog, a wife.
Men look askance in yellow straw hats, faces muse in blazing whites.
Quivering tints...

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"Poetry is the rhythmic creation of beauty in words" Edgar Allan Poe

Poetic inspiration
Often occurs 
Early in the morning
Tired eyes flutter open
Recalling my thoughts can be challenging
Yawning, I pick up my pen and write



Writing Challenge 3, August 2019 - Six Lines
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Raindrops on the awning,
playing a dancer's melody...

Clouds across the sky,
running with the wind...

Grass bent with water,
quenching its thirst...

You at my side,
soaking it all in....

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9/30/2023



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A dark blue midnight  awning has its portrait,
etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude  adrift  beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne...

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You are extreme in beauty
perfected by builders who constructed all
your planking with pine trees from Ivory coast
and made a mast for you out of the combined crafts 
from brown ebony and snake wood. 
Out of the oaks from Bashan your Oars are made
and from the...

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