Best Breathing Poems

I sketch musky infernos with kohl ink
when dead wings of flurry moon lace my
copper blue lashes and ripples
of faith crash furthest seashores,
Draping stelliform-soul
in strokes of starlight
which drizzle as
lemon drops
upon
pink
sheet-
canvas,
So when red
letters twirl like
blood stained cranberries,
rose-gold amulets will
always save the salted flesh
of sun and wildflowers shall...

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This hunger for phrases still incomplete
fiercely engulfs me,
rummaging and drowning
my thoughts to slay the winds
and honor my madness.
When I feel something lighting my mind,
a  starburst, a craving, a dream...
this virus from a soul quite delirious
spreads over me like wildfire
flowing through the marrow of veins.

Again...

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the crickets break the silence
of the still, dark night

the leaves stir in hushed waves
as the wind whispers past

the moon hides…
shy behind her veiled curtain,

she lets tears flow instead

no crickets chirp
the leaves weep 
as the winds wail

and I—

I breathe in the chaos,
feel the cold 
dampen the...

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What loathesome burden wears your weary heart
a trinket on a cold and hoary hand?
And in its dark tide drowns the cheery part
to keep you bound, a pet, upon its strand?

Without a keel, alone and sad, unmanned
to sail the main and brave the tempest storm;
it claims...

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Inhaled at the age of innocence,
with a breath that lies between stars,
with immortal depths that have no
ending as my lungs forever expand,
Exhalation has become unachievable,
due to the obstruction of faith
of a boy for his very first dream,
Chest heaving as a heart aches,

Is love a tree...

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Breathing, Soft Heaving Bosom Swells

Swaying rhythmic her hips
Tantalizing her lips
Blue casting sapphire eyes
Dancing under night skies
Such heavenly sweet trips
Docking side by side ships.

Breathing, soft heaving bosom swells
O' pleasures, past glorious bells
And Fated bounty was given
For then Love was in the liven
First kiss, gold coins in...

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Breathing Life

When all about you crumbles
and life becomes a chore,
when despair and desperation
leave you empty to the core.
When there is no point in living
and you wish that you were dead
there is no one that can wake you
from depression’s hopeless bed.

When every straw you grasp at
seems...

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Look at me
I am the life in a wasteland

Look at me
I am the slavery through the ages

Look at me
I am the mirror of the world

Look at me
I am the illusion I’ve fought for

Look at me
I’m still loving you

and I keep being here

for you, for me,
and...

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Ive no need to laugh
if your unseen
and even to breathe
would be obscene


The smell of you
taints my nights
and touching skin
my pure delight


Exquisite this love
shivers my ground
nothing could ever  
resemble your sound


Rumbling laughs
vibrate to heart
trembling moments
I hoard for my part


Even in anger
a control is seen
never could...

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Standing on a bridge 
Himalayas Mountains close by
Heaven opened up

Misty dreams 
Granted wishes
Adoring Father Sky

A whiff of freedom
Granted this moment
I felt whole

Meditation glory
Breathing mountain air
Showed me a new world

Silence of the morning
Brought in all my senses
Nurturing me wholely

His grace
Fell on my loving heart
Granting me the...

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We inhale and exhale air to survive on Earth,
it cannot be seen but we need it from birth;
made up of oxygen and nitrogen and gases,
we cannot see 'air' even with strong glasses.

I feel its gentle caress in a soft breeze or wind,
it flows unseen...

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Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

(The stage lights come up slowly on Michael's face, which is crisscrossed with wrinkles from his fuming anxiety. He peers out into the gloominess at the wheel and tightly clutches the steering wheel. Perched like a set piece in a...

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May we be saluted as we stand brave and tall. 
For we do not smile into the face of danger, though we brace ready for the brawl.

What is that, that that I see, it's the 
Dark Angel glaring down upon me.

Hold still my courage tightly...

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The sea winds calling
     Calling beach tides thrilling
           Thrilling woodlands for hiking
	        Hiking creeks within walking
		     Walking wildlife still sprawling
		...

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I want to be closer
As close as your breath
The heartbeat that separates
The living from death

A touch as electric
As life flows, it seems
This story is written
In pages and reams

I want to feel whispers
So near they are warm
Assurance and promise
The shelter from storm

Safe, caring nuzzle
Intimate speech
Gentle and...

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