Best Conceive Of Poems

Part I: Ice

He shines like silver midnight moon -
cool marble statue, this tycoon.
And though he makes the ladies swoon,
of ice he’s hewn; of ice he’s...

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Grace-full is the lily born of virtue’s milk 
Inspiring me with petals pure in my hour of need -
Vow and vim of passion vivid and...

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I have no sorrow, for sorrow is small,
And can't be held guilty for choices made.
Reflections are scrawled on my mind's dark wall,
And will leave stains...

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I am more than your definitions
more than affixed labels
placed on my anatomy
more than your misconceptions
or even valid perceptions
I am more

I am more than what's written...

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May be sung to the tune of  It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

It came upon a prophecy
   in ancient days foretold
that to...

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I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign 
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and...

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In dreams of yonder, wishes wistfully conceive,
A cradle of lost tomorrows, where shadows sway;
To a realm unseen, where hearts believe,
Past where twilight’s lulling lullabies lay,
A...

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Truth is but an empty thing
a word that twists and turns
Where some people say it sings
others claim it burns

And when it seems it’s spoken
so many...

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You can do It

No Matter how Daunting the Feat

It might feel UNBEARABLE 

Death be Bitter Sweet


Keep in Mind if Flying

Your Landing be Secured

Gravity has No...

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Have you longed to give your heart just for the sake of giving?
Withheld for years, for pain and tears spark fear that steals from living...

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This is my last confession; there will be no more.

I am impercipient and slow from last night's sleeping pill,
wincing away from the harshness of day.
Kitchen...

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I took you for your final walk
On that crisp and sunny day
The blanket round your 
shoulders
To keep the chill at bay

We didn't talk the way...

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This solemn shore of atrophy called grief,
would sail on, sail on from this moor of thief -
while yesterday I smiled, and did achieve
today am stricken...

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Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide
for...

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My Father asked me about you today...
I told him that you are a brilliant woman
extremely beautiful,  compassionate and creative, 
how could I want anything...

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