Best Circulate Poems

Lost time doesn’t circulate
I was having a hard time finding my light switch in the dark
Colorful, temporary
Grey, permanent
Sore calves and heavy head
Tisses and black shoelaces
I’m...

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Twilight has it's own wings and its own melody
Battles with the mystery of a sun setting horizon dawning hues 

Pearl white smile's from the moon,...

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Poem 1: A Boy And His Painted Piano

he used lively greens
tender blues,
touches of plain mauve 
and rainbow trout splatters
to paint music
on the gas fumes 
that...

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~ The voice of loneliness - is barely audible ~ Quote by poet

          Terribly curved
 ...

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When I tried, I’d grab your hand
Pull you close and hurt you inside
When I lived, I’d bring you down
There’s nothing left to live for this...

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nature’s love precepts

accumulate, circulate –-

    wisdom’s pools of truth




*In honor of John Freeman’s “The Precept: Nature’s Haiku” contest...

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The ambient glow of the fireplace becomes hypnotic.
Home alone, always, without true love to snuggle me.
Each of many pains of night makes my mind neurotic.
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It is now dark and under the dome
there are hands moving
inside a home

Notes of angelic sound
circulate the air
wandering beyond walls
flying into the city
making countless calls

Creators...

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It all begins in the darkest part of our empty souls.
When we realize we won't or can't possibly reach our goal.

We gnash out bloodied teeth, crying to...

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You are day and night to me—
Much more,
My before 
And yet to manifest
Within You I circulate
While beyond You
Still more of You
I seek to elevate—
The vine...

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all the pheromones circled around me
without knowing, we will gather you all
and we make a world
you draw like the silver treacherous snails
pressed intersections
some over others...

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Drained of words. 
The flow has ceased and the imagination is bled dry of originality. 
I'm left flipping through my past 
Scratched in ink across...

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You said it when you said goodbye
You said you'd anchor near
You said I'd feel you in the wind but all I feel is air 

I...

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Look, Spoken & Served

            I myself with Oneness, sorting through this mess and disaster,...

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Shana Aubrey Harris – 
 whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye
revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over...

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