Best Bliss Poems

Ignorance is definitely a description of bliss
Look at Washington if you don’t believe this
They are never on target, they always miss
Their biggest decision is whose butt to kiss
We were told we were getting change
It looks the same, now ain’t that strange
The positions of the rich...

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i g n o r a n c e~
is a rhyme without soul
an art of f a d i n g into oblivion...
like crestfallen tulips 
twirling through tethered rays
in the midst of seething sighs...
and I am more than the
blazing thorn
of a phoenix rose moon,
 infused in...

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With Eternal Sent Bliss Two Hearts Reborn - a collaboration with Susan Ashley


Under the midnight moon, romance waited
its true heart and beauty, with love baited
for dawning gleam across powdered snow
and she her handsome soldier to soon show
for his appearance was far overdue
she could hear his...

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Our Bliss At It's Purest We Loved Each Others Naked Sight


When our love, its hottest and satisfying nights first begun
we each tried to give our all and not ever be outdone.
In that effort, soft showers of love-hearts began to pour
birthing swelling streams leading straight to...

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Under the midnight moon, romance waited
its true heart and beauty, with love baited
for dawning gleam across powdered snow
and she her handsome soldier to soon show
for his appearance was far overdue
she could hear his parting words," I love you"
watching the cold street and new snow falling
thought...

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Heaven has kissed the rolling hill
the ocean waves, and desert
an earthly token of goodwill
set sparrows to sing in concert.

A gentle touch awakes the morn
in shades of pomegranate
a fragile lipping, dawn is born
through the woods and cliffs of granite.

The globes caressed and embraced
as each denizen is...

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Daddy wants to touch and kiss,
Being invisible would be bliss
No more hiding behind locked doors
No more the screams of father’s whores
Run through the woods to cry in peace
Maybe then the beating would finally cease
	I could live forever, but for memories
	Being invisible would be bliss
Sob in...

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Lost in a vast forest of old paths, winding
A damp cold place of gnarled trees, twisting
Whispers of solemn grandness
And hues of greenness
This writer's
Bliss
This dreamer's
Forlorn deep darkness
Where drooping branches caress
And dark poetic thoughts are rambling
Lost in a vast forest of old paths, winding


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February 12, 2015

Poetry/Rhyme/Poetic Bliss
Copyright...

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"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "

                             Quote by Constance...

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Part Two Of, Emily Dickinson, dedication series

(1.)

What Started As Bliss Has Brought Death's Black Hand
poets dedication series

As a tree full of crows looked down on my bloody head
that long dark shadow falling ever so swiftly down
turned my hope of hope to darkest of dreadful dread
in...

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Bliss

the fire has become embers
light has succumbed into shadows
a Spanish guitar now whispers
where moments ago we were lost
in a tango of passion
reeling in a cascade of desiring limbs
captivated universes
dancing in each other's eyes
now your head enveloped in quietude
upon my breast
wandering in the land of nod
hair...

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(I just edited this to include the word "rhyme" within the poem, if that was needed)

378 days of bliss; then for no rhyme or reason came 176 of living hell.
Those last days have shown me that I didn’t know my lover very well.
To think we...

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A weary sun awakens past the tree line o’er the hill,
chilly heavens cater to its shine
Dawning eyes now open as it’s light flows ‘long the sill,
the beauty that I see so very fine

Turning now to face me as my heart it skips a beat,
lost between...

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In life’s incessant din
As I search for peace within
Lone spaces I desire
And stillness I adore
Then silence is my mate
And noise is what I hate

Closing my eyes to the outer space
A window opens to my inner space
I begin to find solace in my solitude
And look up...

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she was a mess
people were scared
of uniqueness

she did not care
lived by her heart
knew herself well

people jumped back
friends delighted
family annoyed

followed her rules
lived her own dreams
happy magnet...

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