Best Beaconing Poems
Leaves In Season...Luscious leaves brush against my face,
pulsing veins deep enough to trace
time with a wind gust embrace.
Maroon, copper, gold they dangle
glistening to sunset's angle
with zeal of wind chime's......
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Categories:
beaconing, autumn, child, childhood, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
A Life Lost...A dad he was to my man,
lost in a world of abuse.
Selling all he had in life,
to fund his addictions.
Digging flesh from bone,
stabbing bugs crawling wild.
Demons appear in torment,
beacon......
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Categories:
beaconing, death, life, loss, life,
Form:
Free verse
From Dreams of Dreams of the Sea and Me...FROM DREAMS OF DREAMS OF THE SEA AND ME
(FOR TONI M.)
Standing, staring seaward,
Sore eyes see the horizon resting content
On the frothing pillows of the beaconing sea;
Here I stand consu......
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Categories:
beaconing, black african american, dream,
Form:
Alliteration
Restoration Towns...I was skeptically listening
to a retiring social researcher,
and problem-solving imaginer,
from the American Enterprise Institute;
An Institute
I usually find more destitute
of bicameral con......
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Categories:
beaconing, community, culture, earth, health,
Form:
Political Verse
The Feeble Dawn and Tea...The dark eerie fog and glowing gaslights. She sits woefully. He is gone again tonight. Rumors whispers of the terror, as she holds on once again. Murder by night and a stirring muffin man. The dark o......
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Categories:
beaconing, abuse, anxiety, culture, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Home...HOME
There’s a little brown log cabin
Smothered by a blanket of white,
Rich evergreens surround it,
The porch a crystal sun highlights.
Gray smoke billows from the chimney
......
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Categories:
beaconing, beauty, family, home,
Form:
Monorhyme
Pointed Ponderings...Day in, and day out, from the ripe old age of five,
I’ve take to sharp objects and whittled at their sides.
Lancing pristine white paper with brazen blue veins,
it was quite impossible for me to abs......
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Categories:
beaconing, introspection, age, old, age,
Form:
Couplet
Blissful Ladakh...Beyond the world lies a journey,
a horizon that acquaints a magical destiny,
a solitude with soulful eternity,
a milieu abiding betrothal vicinity,
where deity is within the eyes
and the faith adobe......
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Categories:
beaconing, journey, nature, peace, places,
Form:
Free verse
Love Misconception...In all honesty
I believe Love is actually blind
That she lost her road
And headed straight
Into the mess, she lays in today
I hope we all find her, bathe her and clothe her
Cos she's really a ......
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Categories:
beaconing, bible, first love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Cerrig-Brudyn/The Astronomers Circle...A distant dampness wrings the air.
A weight most profound presses chest
as indrawn breath holds silent;
in the stonehedge of overwhelming gloom.
So, the mighty have fallen
auguries of a mortal ......
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Categories:
beaconing, history
Form:
Free verse
Childs Play...That moment
That perfect moment
Where time became eternal
I saw
I opened my blinded eyes and saw
The expanse of your soul
To reword
To match time stricken words to an eternal glimpse
Absurd......
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Categories:
beaconing, abuse, me, time,
Form:
Free verse
Accident By Birth,...The torrential rain subsided
As she peep through the dark mute street
With her heart socked in regrets
A decision has to be taken
Parenting the small angel alone is hard to chew
The little angel sm......
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Categories:
beaconing, life, world, angel, angel,
Form:
Liberty Statue...Liberty Statue
There she stands with torch in her hand.
Beaconing freedom throughout the land.
Welcoming those who come to this land..... of the free.
She doesn't care what color you are.
Whether you......
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Categories:
beaconing, history, inspirational, patriotic, people,
Form:
Free verse
Walking Through a Victorian Cemetery...Passing a cemetery gate I walked in I could see all the epitaphs chronicling deaths,
The dates were all times and seasons and there were little graves for little babies,
Daisies mark children's resti......
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Categories:
beaconing, sad, brother, lost, brother,
Form:
Prose Poetry
This Is My Home...By birth am an African
At death, I shall remain resolute and resilience to the African spirit
Strengthening the cords in the midst of turbulence beaconing
Blithering hope, when the lyrics of bloodshe......
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Categories:
beaconing, dedication, universe,
Form: