Best Becomes Poems

Barefoot we spend our time in spring,
Just giggling kids - how sweet the dream
When we, in love are blossoming.
We splash inside a cool fresh stream.
Our time in spring - how sweet the dream!

A few years pass; there comes an ache
for something more in summertime.
We feel...

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Looking close at the blank canvas.
Impressions he wanted displayed.

Stroking slow and pressing his brush
an image came forth from Monet.

Laying dormant all of Her life.
Her moment in time had arrived.

 The feelings She felt from within,
were delicate strokes, brushed by him.

They were gentle and soft to...

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The sun is the sun
It rises we run
When it turns the nighttime to day
It's hot when it's cold
And never grows old
As our time slips quickly away 
The sun remains the sun

The wind is the wind 
It lays and it spins
And on, occasion will rage
Be it...

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There, on a sill of contentious decisions
Glass shards sit waiting a wavering hand
Reflective the memories wrapped ‘round the curtains
Lost in a pane that she can’t understand

Chilled calls the breeze through a jagged eviction
Scenting the air neath a ceiling now stained
Dampening dreams behind oven doors gaping
Finding...

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A lone mist drifts in feathered shadows
where footprints are soft neath a robin egg sky
Hushed sentiments flow on cool morning breezes
as dreams bask in the light of dawn’s shining,
heaven sent beams caressing our skin

The warmth of a new day embraces us,
sitting quietly on the veranda,...

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( The poem is based on the biographical details with quotes of Lord Byron the renaissance poet. The poem is Stand By Me appeal to the criticism of Byron being an outspoken, atheist and passionate poet)



By accident his left leg was twisted
Mary nursed it though...

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I once knew a poet named Cecile
Call her skinny and hear her spiel
   I'm petite with small bones
  I have fat and rolls she groans
If I called you names how'd you feel   

So she decided things had to change
 Lifting...

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A girl around 13, sitting at a kitchen table of the home where she baby sits,
is waiting for the woman of the house to finish getting ready to leave.
She is startled by two brazen hands coming surreptitiously from behind her,
fingers and thumbs beginning to gently...

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The day your pen becomes your past
laid to rest and held its last
shall mark the day my heart is sure
of Silent ache to then endure

The memory of every stroke
echoed in the lines you wrote
engraved remains our history 
our life, our love, our legacy

What, you ask,...

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One day, the boy becomes a man
When it happens he hardly knows,
It seems to have been a noble plan
Some say that’s just how it goes.
For oft he’d heard, “Boy, grow up!”
Followed by this, “Act like a man!”
First, he noticed a strange hiccup
Then, he sounded like...

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When loves becomes e-z the world will B a better place
holdin you will B more often N kissin U will have a better taste
spendin time will not be spent but it will B remembered
When loves becomes e-z the doubts U have U wont remember
N When...

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The beginning holds a once upon a time -
eyes reflect light, endless and sublime


kindness being a Virtue


Tender beats of the heart whisper grace,
lines draw a smile upon the face


Patiently, I wait for you


Etiquette becomes me:
part of the past, the present
   and future’s reality

Embracing...

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There are many different needs for each chapter of our lives.
From youth to when we are joined as husbands and wives.
These needs will change with each advancement and loss.
Whatever they become they will always come with a cost.
 
Some will remain humble always appreciating what...

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A prayer is like seduction to your soul
Your church is the glamour the world bestowals
Your bible is the flashy neon lights and billboards
Your truth is the multiplicity of greedy
Your salvation is fruition of materialism
Your retribution is its finitude and lost satiety
Heaven becomes invisible through the...

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They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but I will never turn out to be you.

Your shadows may haunt me,
but never consume.

Every scar you inflicted,
every tear you caused
has given me the strength to never fear.

Your cruelty taught me what not to become,
but it also taught me...

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