Best Billow Poems

From precipice of memories, flashbacks nostalgic billow,
Thinking of you as I ruminate, adoring the views below,
Where waves oceanic dance, leaping on windy tempos,
Propagating ambitions of...

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Each day dawns laden with secrets.

The morning dews are crystal balls, 
each holding a secret trailer of 
a fragment of day.    

The...

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*Note:  A 60-year annual tradition that involved a mysterious visitor leaving three 
roses at the grave of writer Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary...

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o there's a twilight magic in the mist
    it floats between the eventide and dawn
      attending winds...

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Seems like I could be on top of the world.
I think about poetry like my tongue is pearled.
Just the other day I wrote a poem...

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Sometimes late at night as we succumb to sleep
We greet creative thoughts beyond those of counting sheep

It’s said Thomas Edison held coins in his hands
That...

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"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly...

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I love to watch you wind, 
as you sway the trees and blow
across the fields in a gentle breeze, 
but I wonder where you go.
You...

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Through the water they glide, 
an immense mosaic of millions of silvery fish 
on their migratory run, 
obeying a call immemorial, 
a mystery of aquatic...

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Days sneak up on the sleeper,
Either anticipated, or scorned
To the pessimist, they are dwindling,
And to the bright eye—they carry on beyond our selfish minds

Upon the...

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As we sit closely side by side 
We watch the billow of the tide.
No words are said; you clasp my hand
You know full well I...

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(Inspired by Wordsworth's poem of the same title)

The stratus clouds that mingle hand in hand,
nor lacy cirrus feathers stretched on high,
can stay the gaze of...

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o there's a twilight magic in the mist
          it floats between the eventide and dawn
 ...

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Eventide eases a discordant day
as peach amber contrails billow on high.
Pink ginger crawls throughout dark smoky gray
and fades as peaceful night’s cover grows nigh.

An informal...

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Spring winds clean winter branches
Leaves billow far from home
A maple tree sheds its own in tune
No one is around to collect them
Flat and perfect to...

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