Best Calligraphies Poems

O moon,
   the blood-rose pearl
            of my aching soul,
the ghostly seer of hourglass woes ~
heed these wistful words ~
forgive the dreadful quivers
between cacophonous quiescence, 
tremors within lungs of lament,
   ...

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Living in a realm where 
the air seems to 
be still as stone,
invisible, like a 
ghost of a rose, 
translucent and frozen in 
time of ruthless seconds.

My heart still 
keeps pacing to 
hear the flickering 
rays of your voice,
flatlined and hushed 
beyond reach, 
whilst I’m...

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I am the 
     cascading radiance,
 between apricot 
   glows of gloaming,
when mauve mists shift,
mirroring sage seas of love, 
I look beyond silvery skies
  whilst selfless stars sprinkle,
sizzling streaks
 of sunflower sparkles~
upon wrinkled 
 waves of weariness.

it is...

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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film,       
 veiling v i n t a g e polaroids that 
   ...

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L o v e ~ a crippled nightingale
b u r n i n g in bronze tears
of tornadoes,
limping and writhing,
screaming for release,
but
what if I am the mistress
             of glass-cut dreams,
crowned with 
 razor-edged...

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T i m e stops for no one,
as searing seconds swerve
through seasonal squalls,
thawing frost that sleeps upon
the necks of onyx roses,
where pain is etched in skeletal sins~
across pruned plumes,
fleeting through amethyst air, 
merged in changing frequencies
of wind and waves,
carrying ballads of a bruised bluebird.

But I...

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when skies bleed 
your sonnets~
every drop of 
           garnet rain 
              rhymes
with ethereal initials 
of your s u n f l o...

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“being mistook we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed” ~ Unseeking Seeker

As the sky dissolves remnants
 of scripted dogma,
to uncloak a canopy ~
embroidered with empathy,
carved with clarity,
illuminated with integrity,
 tangled...

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Chiromancer


Placed inside some wisp of perfections chalice
The intonations gather which
The tears have shed
For gratitude released their happiness 

I loved you some when in another life
Where the pink purple forest bows
Hung their silver leaven halls
In marble sunsets painted wash on cloistered walls

Their reminiscence of Arabian ankle...

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life is an     inconsistent choreographer
   shielded  in stainless symphonies
          composed with erratic patterns
curating colors seized      from waning sunsets~
interlaced with cosmic  lilac 
 ...

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I trace bitter trials of
        another Helios spark~
as a collapsed marionette,
barely seeing colors of clarity,
between onyx-glazed flames, 
tangled in the hollow temple
carved in medieval calligraphies,
bleeding seething scars,
incensed with coiled confusion~
reverberating macabre voices
that thrum distant decays,
clouding inner dusk
 ...

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If stars could see the sun~
slurping the grunglethorp grains
from sweat-soaked streams,
purging puddles of blurmorgris,
you’d hear the phazephonyx symphony
of my intestines churning chyme
into acidic rhymes~
releasing piled pain upon
a peezling palette of biled ballads.

But why are the whistling whirls
tangled in throttled thickets,
weeping amidst the periwinkle werifesteria,
grooving to...

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Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand,
A canopy of empathy unfolds like an ancient tapestry,
Embroidered with clarity and illuminated by pure integrity,
Entangled in the fine threads of unknown transcendence.
I listen as celestial conversations sing in honey and cinnamon,
Flowing through the veins...

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Unfurling the matrix of poetry,
unfolding it's meaning and nestling it in the womb,
the cradle of universal form,
breathing in the meaning of words like censors of cinammon,
playing upon the music of The Universe,
casting forth letters in the mind like archaic runes.

Fragments of cinammon scented poetry pierce...

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The pen is mightier than the sword
The pen is the copyist of every word
Just don’t combine “pen is” as a paper headline once did report
And it might be mightier because it seeks pleasure and not war

Freedom, intelligence, creativity, determination and diligence
All found in the written...

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