Best Backdrops Poems

The Stars at Night

Gazing at the stars at night I marvel at their divine beauty,
Knowing that God created them as reflections of His Light.

The stars in a sense serve as light markers to mankind’s
Very existence on this Earth and in celestial dimensions.
			
The stars have served...

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History’s Greatest Miracle Play

Let me tell you a story - Prologue

Actors gather to play their parts
To set the stage – backdrops and props –
In history’s greatest miracle play
Called to speak their lines
On redemption’s stage
In a holy script of seven days
Written before the first bright beam...

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Lay down your old ink pen...
Rise from the table...
Push back your chair.
Gather them all up...
Put them out of sight now...
Place them safely in the cupboard 
Bare.
Wrapped in stiff brown paper,
Strung tightly together
With thin white string;
Turn over the smooth copper key;
Resign yourself, reluctantly, 
To quietly leave...

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Perfection and fairy tales like life
Slowly, immersing into the present
Slowly, pasted to the backdrops of silence
Slowly, let everything fall into place

Seasons changed
Spring, summer, fall, winter...
The buds changed
Pink, green, gold and none
Peacefully grown into love

New encounter
Turns to lessons
And each time, she becomes stronger and mature
Now she's...

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Adoration grows tenfold, sublime serenity convenes
Above the starry skies I see legends meet
Cloaked in a whisper of a mist delighting the mind’s eye
Gently gliding towards my sight I draw a deep sigh
Contemplation of wispy memories long said
Succumbing to whimsical, perhaps unheeded shred
Great beauty insistent in...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to stitch up her soul-scape

No matter whether blanket or poncho woollen hat or jacket

The mood flowed straight out of her heart...

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The moon sunk her teeth in a sky of black,
Over city backdrops and the scent of crack,
Neon spilled burning through traffic veins,
Dead man's handles on subway trains.
I tasted of acid in the end of night,
Snow descended dirty, off-white, 
Staring through curtains at six a.m.,
Into the...

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                                          Cadmium yellow
 ...

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It’s Raining Rainbows


Rainbows rule the reigning high
Radiant refractiles for the candy eye
A canvas complete for the artistic dye
Like a Peacock displaying its floral pie 

Their time is brief as they occupy
Their surrendering beauty does mystify
In a timeless trance we pacify
Like a masters painting we glorify

Their...

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Open Closed





 Open letter addressed by me to myself as  

               as though I am in any way complicit in my 

        ...

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Coloured and in cascades, there's foam on the falls,
Elliptical dome shaped..almost perfect circles are recalled
Haven of childhood and sanctuary gained, ephemeral beauty
its existance proclaims, against backdrops on dewdrops in
rain on the leaves, bubbles are forming in torrents and streams
in my bathtub they a'wait me..under billows...

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water weeps wildly
whilst washing away your
jesting foolery.
I saw the sun annihilated
	Against backdrops of liturgy
Lethargic activity that earns
	It’s title as the Earth’s endearing child
Against backdrops of monogamy,
Pedestrian thinking,
	Accelerated usage,
Lapping up mentalities from bowls of pulled poultry,
Doing nothing for the Universe, Yet stealing all unities,
Dissention and green...

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I gazed through an iced crystal pane
Looking at three winter backdrops:
A tree is struggling under snow
Its maple branches drooping low.
Two small flowerbeds are asleep
beneath very deep, white blankets.
As I gazed, I became entranced;
All of the snow had disappeared
Revealing the presence of spring-
Tiny, green protuberances
appeared from...

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Painfully  the  heart  beats the  chest, 
Ember  of  lineal  segregation  will  come  out, 
And  the  ripping  blaze of fire  will  engulf, 
Communal  harmony  consummating  peaceful  coexistence...

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Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent
Hold onto the moment and sketch the future

Backdrops must be moved for change
Leads and understudies pass by or fade

Wrest the quill from the bottle, seize your moment…


Inscribe your spirits voice on the parchment
Paint the portrait of classicism...

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