Best Carpet Poems

A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted...

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Whispered words arriving on teardrops of the wind
They call to me
Embracing me so that I may exhale
For a moment in time

I look down to...

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Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till...

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The path you walk I adore. 
Seeds I’ll scatter around,
Then from earth, blooms will pour 
to grace your precious ground.
A highway I shall lay for...

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This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made...

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I've never ever seen her face, 
but in my mind, she's the color of love
Black
strong like dark coffee
She wakes you up early in the morning,
gives...

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Another lost noon, 
engraved as unforgettable 
memoirs within my mind, 
I’m rethinking of rewriting
and rewinding revoked 
reflections of a love rekindled. 
My eager heart
is now...

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WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND


Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies,
peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars 
shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog
attached to...

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Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light

Buzzing insects...

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VINEYARDS of HAPPINESS          ---------------------      GARDEN of SORROW

There is no greater Happiness,-----------when-----------Pulling...

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I'm not selling a house, i'm leaving my home.
Happy times together, months spent alone.
Morning sickness, baby loss, labour and birth
Planting my seeds in good strong...

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Coming from Texas, I knew he’d be loud
And soon I discovered that two is a crowd
Is that the privy? he asked of my house
When he...

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Daffodil majorettes lead the spring parade
Mom fox had lured out a reluctant kit
Verdant grasses are growing lovely shade
For dainty dulcet purple violet

Gentle nurturing rain from...

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Life is never a planned ride
      on a magical carpet,
that awakens jasmine
dreams lost in the brisk air.
We weave our own...

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