Best Bow Out Poems

She sleeps in her rose wood bed,
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Upon the wind sheltered hillside,
the sharp tang of metal and the sting of salt air lay
over a field of blood-red poppies, no Flanders Field.

At years...

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Written in The Stars 

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Two hearts bleached by the sun
        A poem's - fallen wish
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I've never heard the sound of snow
nor dawning's oboes crooning light,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow

and chimings of the flurries grow
as alabastrine wings take flight.
I've never...

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“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius

“Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. 
“Glad to be here, Bob. Thank you for...

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I will not dim my light so you can shine
I will not still my voice so you can scream
I will not quench my blaze so...

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if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you

if you needed me to walk...

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oh, how a fair breeze of Autumn can stir
my heart with reprieves - the redolent
       leaves
remembrance of romance with...

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I got to wonderin' the other day
who was the greatest poet ever?
Was it a guy named Willie Shakespeare
or someone much more clever?

I thought it over...

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 Her smiles of valor encase her agony--
   her fiery scars pound against her sanity
    struggling in twisted ropes of...

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~  My favorite Thanksgiving memory was, quite simply, a walk at my grandparents house - I'll never forget how nature spoke to me that...

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Rest now
O restless heart
released in ebb   to flow

ride the other side of the king tide rising
buoyant your movement in rise with the waves
Rise!...

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When miserable clouds assemble,
bursting with drops of sorrow,
gusts of torment bring dark tides to your door.
You feel hope is like forgotten pennies,
lost at the bottom...

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Four friends and I, one Sunday, take a ride.
our church still closed just short of one full year.
We drive, white almond blooms on either side,
instead....

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With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath,
laid a sheet of slippery freezing cold by my feet
and then whispered in my ear right to the...

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