Best Carve Poems

Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.

The farmer said that he was going to...

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(For My Younger Self)



You have forgotten your muse.
You neglected her, in the hustle and bustle
of city life, in trying to carve a niche,
driving yourself too...

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"Crayon Caresses"

blue velvet sky caresses
pink cotton candy clouds
beneath a gold umbrella
red heartbeats breathing loud.

a yellow Sun kisses skin
of silky bronze glowation
footprints carve love in brown...

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I'm an ashen dove, 
fading in zephyr 
of wine valleys, 
saturating in fog 
upon enchanting hills, 
draped in 
grape-green silk, 
where fantasies of forest, 
sprout...

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Your man 

O' fallen leaf of barren branch
doth charge my heart, my aching heart
with missing you, needing you
On sun dried earth I lay,
grasping at my...

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Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.

The farmer said that he was going to...

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Take me to the place where the aromatic fragrance
threatens to envelop our obelisks glorifying death;
to the place where the seraphim of old long to steal...

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He walked along the beach a man forlorn
Forgotten were his dreams, his heart was torn
The gentle waves spoke of the years gone by
And drew salt...

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The blind man held his tin cup;
Bewildered was he as he felt
Slippery hands on his own
The cup getting heavy as he knelt.

A voice said “That’s...

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This river of melody plays in my soul,
When I awake, I feel emerged in it whole.

In the calm of night, when I'm all alone,
It raises...

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"Where do we poets go?”
I wish I could know
and trace a path of glory
which I admire in awe.
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The words I do follow
into them resides my...

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There's an old ashtray in the middle of the room,
half filled with ashes and half filled with gloom.
A reminder of things burning away,
like a mind...

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"Bonjour, in the cocktail woods"
I see the waffled leaves of teal trees painting pink moon, 
With diamond dahlia arcs, flowering an orchid boon
Sprinkling love of...

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A winged mermaid blossoms, 
awash with marine snow ~
Poseidon's ocean-pearl,
breathing jasmine sirens
as iced eyelashes curl.

A winged mermaid blossoms,
when fish-angels ache for
arctic apricity,
and glacial nymphs carve...

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There is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide,
Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides.
There among...

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