Best Callow Poems

O albatross guide my loosed soul  
from the shipwreck seized by sandy shoal

persuasive Polar Star in quiet pull
a sailor’s tired eyes gone dark 
I...

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If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope,...

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it pulls ...
tugs on the core like a fulcrum
black ... mysterious ... warm ... final
harvest of all terrors
(for some)
yet ...
it is the magic of moonglow
the...

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* This for is called Acrostic, but this particular one forms a phrase on BOTH ends - I hope you enjoy it! *

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how proper that I found you for
      my farewell, midst those dunes
        ...

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I sought a place to post my poems and thought I'd found a fit for me.
At first I was thrilled and felt I belonged to...

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~ Her love abloom fell blinded in the bliss
of one thought gentle in its callow prime,
and if she felt one inkling of amiss,
a thwarted tempest...

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Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm
Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm…

Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces
Another shattered shell whimpers...

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A boy lines up plastic soldiers 
In straight rows across his floor.
He knocks them down with callow ease
In a naive game of war.

Far across the...

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The Tempest

Upon enchanted sands of shipbreached shores
Dethroned beggar of a borrowed callow mystery
Heaves a lightning staff into the waves -
Thunderous and raw clandestine secrecy
On luminous...

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I lived ... once
I loved and laughed and ached from my marrow
I spoke my soul, and spun my mind to my innervation and impulse
Swam up...

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Oh haste, brumal mists, that twilight kisses
          on hollyhocks, meadow-born,
     Sweet tears...

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A swirling depth, those baby blues
          Soft azure mists with golden hues
    ...

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Crisp ...
You lay like solemn ashes
'Neath glass ... spotless, sacred
Dried to bright hues ...
The shades of her lips in chill autumn air
(Winter, whisp'ring soft)
Edges crimped...

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