Best Copper Poems

Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
She stood in tensile grace, unmoved.  Enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed by back light, where the tender grass had grown

A white tailed doe, was grazing there, aware and keen of eye
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet,...

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Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed in backlight, where the tender grass had grown

A monumental moment, as she stood before my eyes
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down
There, in tensile grace...

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As darkness descends.
Tranquil as time flows past. 
With this precious rest.
Led out on the grass.

Sleepless slumber in dreamlike clarity. 
Summer thunder above a scenic prairie. 
Seeing the butterflies colours vary.
As they flutter by with the lullaby fairies.

Therapeutic beauty in cloudless horizons.
Mountains fade as red skies...

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copper tins on shelf
gleaming panner’s gold
— priceless faux lighting

4/2/2018...

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Sitting here not wanting to run 
from eyes that shine like a copper sun. 
All that you say and do seems right 
Your happiness- it shines so bright. 

You can feel it as do I. 
Just as an ocean’s waves, 
how we feel can only...

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COPPER SUN

copper sun dissolves
into eventide’s dark sea
reflection of light

8/7/2017...

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A COPPER PENNY


The significance of a copper penny…
It’s part of our heritage
Being raised in the copper mining area
Of Ruth, Nevada
Fathers and brothers worked for
The Kennecott Copper Mining Corporation
Both abhorred and sacrificed for
It was a job
The dirt was copper colored
There was no gazebo
No water
No arboretum
The only...

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An Old Copper Vase – A Second View

an old copper vase
a witness of age
saw a lot
during times—
but all new to me.

the grace of the
experienced one
shall share it
with everybody
who is 
willing to listen.

so
the old
and
the new
are
coming together
in a 
new-found way
never expected
to find everything
that is needed
on their
individual path.

grace...

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Was there more between us,... than luck?
How long were you buried, in your shallow grave beneath the oak?
And just when I needed to know the secret of hope,
you whispered out good fortune with your burnished breath.

How long were you buried in your shallow grave beneath...

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An Old Copper Vase – A First View

a rustic object
with 
a worn-weathered look 
symbolizing
both
an artistic beauty
and
a metaphorical grandeur

when filled
with a few
red or yellow roses

it resonates
a certain emotion
and
it presents
and
it paints
an indelible
image and memory
that
cannot be forgotten

this is made
all the more
compelling
by
its rough-rustic nature
and
its physical view
from afar
which is
at once—
defining...

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Pennies are made of worthless copper that even a hungry beggar
refuses to pick up; either I threw them away or kept them in a piggy jar,
but the day came when need and desperation made me rethink
of their worth...a thousands of them could had gotten me...

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Love is fake and hate is real, some people say, 
And I know why they feel and see it this way.
Hate is base, more available, and far more accessible
Easily expressible, you can hardly fail be successful.
Love is just a little further, a bit more extreme;
It...

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“The lives of stone         How rich they must be”
                            ...

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Layer upon layer of copper leaves,  

Lay here, and all around.

As the birch tree lost it's canopy,

And carpeted the ground.

Beneath my feet, some ankle deep

Some falling through the air.

Autumn's gusts gathered strength,

And spread them, everywhere.

 



Entry for Autumn Colours Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Nayda...

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drink your 5 year old milk,
boy!  I know where you live, stop painting your nails
like a girl, boy!  Aging copper
tones cut corners in my ink-
stained eyes from the lies you told, melted from the heat
surrounding this empty day.  From the dust

the day...

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