Best Boil Poems

When the storm clouds boil around me, 
And the lightning splits the sky--. 
When the howling wind assails me,
And life's sea is rolling high--
When my...

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I witness you fading away,
The winds blow frantically
They are against us, as all are

Little fire, rise in my cupped hands
Be it my life I shield...

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I want to word my very Love for you
though as a shy child, I start to stammer
a beloved Mother, my sole bijou
as I am of...

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     When it's soup season on Poetry Soup
     Ingredients are in large selection
    ...

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Sub-titled: What’s in YOUR Fridge?

Please allow me to introduce myself:
My name is Ms. Fridge A. Daire
I stand tall among my lesser cohorts
and MOST of them...

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One day when I was walking 
inside a wood alone,
admiring the autumn trees,
I found a big flat stone.
It beckoned me to sit awhile -
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I’ve lost more prose				Driving in my car,
than I’ve written				navigating traffic,
for they often come unbidden		poems form like magic.
not minding where.				I can’t release the wheel
They haven’t the...

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A quiet fury gathered on Horizon’s distant side.
Its merciless intensity was destined to collide
with unsuspecting entities entombed beneath the ground
all huddled ‘neath a canopy, immune...

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As dawn calls subtle sun to rise, 
twilight cloaks clouds in charcoal hue.
Robins arrive with their trill cries.

Smoke puffs loom as the last star dies.
Moon hides...

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At last, in the mute of twilight hums
I am possessed with silence shaven,
whiteness of peace touches the breath
melting the morsels of earth’s flesh
from soiled, weary...

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Take me beat me and mold me
I am yours to do with what you wish
No matter what you do with me
I am still considered quite...

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HEARTBEATS ON PAS FE DEUX

Starstruck by your smile as I opened my eyes
Snow-white cheeks glows to peaches sweet
Running fingertip to heart shaped lips

As spring breeze...

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IV

A soul was broken to make room
For dusty halls and labyrinths.
A gossamer, nylon bed-sheet shroud
Enwraps the remnants of that mind.
And no excuses can be made;...

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AFTERMATH
 
War is final but incomplete,
bodies littered like spent ammunition
along the ravaged bloody street.
But who hears the voices of condemnation
on profit-only Wall Street?
In the dirt...

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I have been a Christian  for many years,
Hiding behind the mad poet has drenched me with tears
For I am a sinner the chief of...

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