Best Byes Poems

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number One- (INSPIRED BY AND FROM HIS FROST AT MIDNIGHT POEM).

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O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play,
Poet Dedication...

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What’s In The Urn

Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people...

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He said, "Hey old man, what you doing in there
Living in a cardboard box
Why don't you come out of your hole
Throw that bottle away and...

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I sat quietly and waited, making the noises he had come to know, calling him in his newly given name.  His face would appear,...

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In the darkness fluidly
My dreams bleed
I see you in the shadows
Watching silently
Feeding my hunger
Quenching my ache for insanity
In my weakest hour
Even when i close my...

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it's morning again;
i watched the sun yawn across the sky
making its way to my window
but the stars were still in your eyes
and last night's dew,...

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Cast your eyes to the glorious skies

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Spirits Leap To Touch Autumn's Splendor

When small fires and hot soups are needed,
We think to leave behind great summer greens
Looking back at crops long ago...

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I never had the chance
To hear you talk
Our time ran out
Before you could walk.

You were born with wings
A sign we knew
That the man upstairs
Would soon...

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Tonight, it happened all over    again
I was just lying here, when–
it hit me just like before.  Only
this time it was more...

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There's a rumbling in the streets
Crowds scrammble to get away
Outrun can they not
Destruction of bullets spray

A daily headline has become
Mass shooting claims more lives
All these...

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Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the...

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She Liked Butterflies

With a youthful spirit;
She laughed in the breeze.
Dancing in the wind;
Lighting on trees.

Golden haired child;
A laugh like sunshine.
Beautiful , free, and wild;
Artistically inclined.

One...

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The morning sun peeks in my window

as I feel a tug at my feet

how could I not smile

at that little sheepish grin

Easter morn has arrived

He...

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I was newly thirteen when the seventies took me underwing,
then married and grown when they creased inside time’s fold.

I was not attracted to those scholastic...

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