Best Circulated Poems

Winds were among first to notice
Fragrant air blowing fresh breeze 
Stemming from your pristine vicinity
Extolling prospects of your visit,

Announced by the birds in flight
Message circulated far and wide
Into the emerging scenic twilight
Pushing far away the opaque skies,

Cotton clouds then adorned charm
Scattered in ways of scenic...

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Men say there are no absolute truths...

The Truth
Man can govern himself. He just doesn’t have the ability to do this successfully.

The Truth
There is one God. He has a name. He has a son. Their names are different.

The Truth
When you die, you are dead - not...

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The harbor gave a dim illumination,
lampposts vaguely penetrating the dark water.
As waves like shades of wine drowned the jagged shore of stone,
I watched a fibrous complexion of steel shimmer from the water's edge.

Ships sleep, rocking gently on a resting sea,
machines of quiet obedience.
The moon, outlining...

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We were home 
On an innocent summer afternoon
And for a day we pushed our problems aside
The almanac promised a clear day, highs in the eighties
Instead it was muggy and hot in the low nineties
After lunch the three of us 
Took a slow walk under the...

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It was an innocent summer afternoon
And for a day we pushed our problems aside
The almanac promised a clear day, highs in the eighties
Instead it was muggy and hot in the low nineties
After lunch the three of us 
Took a slow walk under the summer sun
Coming...

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Sunlight beams on streets so mean..' As Love reaches out.'

A lonely widow toils unending, till day it fades then shares a morsel with her pet..'

Love aspires... a lust rages, and goals are pursued.' As Love reaches out.'

A man beats his family unmercifully..' A sweet rain...

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Today was independence day in our country,
I dint know the exact date, I just woke up on it in the news,
Don’t call me unpatriotic, because of that.

I went to the shop, got a share of my breakfast,
I noted, the prices had doubled, 
I looked at...

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"Water is the Hub of Life on Planet Water"

Water is the mother, matrix, hub and solution for life on Planet Water.
Plants use solar energy to split the water molecule, creating negative entropy.
Animals burn the energy stored in the structure of molecules by plants, releasing water...

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Diane, a Christian University student, was visiting
some hometown friends while on a summer vacation
from College.
  She was catching up on all the stories her girlfriends
and she wanted to share with each other.
   They got carried away sharing with each other and
before you...

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Winter Awakens My Care
anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1300
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Winter awakens all my care
as leafless trees grow bare.
For now my sighs are fraught
whenever it enters my thought:
regarding this world's joy,
how everything comes to naught.

Original Middle English text:

Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou...

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Two brand new manger scenes were donated to our local church,
One went on the minister’s desk the other took the organ as its perch.

The idea was to provide a scene that was both merciful and mild.
But when the organist came to practice on Tuesday night...

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Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by...

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To My Mother 
On Mothers Day



I thought and thought
What gift I can give, to my late mother
On this auspicious Mother’s Day,

A gift for my Mother,
Who passed away from this world, 
Many many years back, on Mother’s day.

She must be living in peace,
While living on earth,
She...

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Medieval Poem V

A Proverb from Winfred's Time
anonymous Old English poem, circa 757-786
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
The procrastinator puts off purpose,
never initiates anything marvelous,
never succeeds, and dies alone.

2.
The late-deed-doer delays glory-striving,
never indulges daring dreams,
never succeeds, and dies alone.

3.
Often the deed-dodger avoids ventures,
never succeeds, and dies...

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How much does it cost to say yes  
how many teardrops… do you want to see flow
how many curses …do you want to hear 
how many sunsets do u want to pass in regrets 
how many sleepless nights should I have 
how much torture...

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