Best Crossing Poems

It took the Israelites forty years
to finally reach the promised land.
I could well take double that time
till my long journey comes to an end.
Having trekked for endless nights and days,
faced many storms and hurdles on the way,
I would at last come to my destination.
Stopping at...

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My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.

A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.

My hands, my saviors,...

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I'm sitting cross legged on the side of the road
while Dad holds my shoulders, in trying to console me,
but tears, uncontrolled, keep tumbling down.
Most stunning, right now, is the fear, I've not known
Never before, .....had I felt so alone.

Reality has settled, like darkness around me
A...

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I saw you were  seating  in the car park
In the wooden chair, no one I saw there
And you expected no one there by heart 
But I crossed your path by a similar idea
We met unexpectedly in a place called "park" 

Since all rooms...

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Theme for collaboration suggested by Tim Smith


Two enormous old toads crossed the road
On Tom’s back lounged Thomasina toad
Both are ugly and warty
Thomasina’s so naughty
As her bowels on his back she’d download

06-16-17

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON

When Thomasina toad dumped on old Tom
He thought her poop explosion was...

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One by one
          We follow each other 
Come humps and bumps in life
          We jump them all
Sometimes with slips and falls
Sometimes we are stranded
Sometimes we are waiting...

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Who’s that Standing 

On the Corner of my mind

Shouting out Insanities  

Throwing up a hate Blind

Saying I’ve been Abused 

Violence will justify the Crime

Pretending, he Cares about me 

Secretly Planing my demise


What's that Thing Poisoning my heart in pain
 
Coloring my eyes Red wishing...

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("" In order for the light to shine so brightly,
 the darkness must be present""  -Francis Bacon)

Crossing That Siberian Desert Of Lost Souls

No joy, no peace, on that darken horrendous stroll
crossing that Siberian desert of lost souls
blazing sun hit by invisible arrows shot
wherein the...

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Born cold with a dark emptiness within
Seeking to understand the reasons why
Another life? A payment for its sin
Leaves a quiet quiver when the soul cries
Wanting eyes flow with a warm stream of tears
Struggling through distant worlds out of time
Lost among the confusion from the years
The...

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The time has come for me to go,
I see the chariot near.
The Angels are now coming for me,
What wonderful music I hear!

A heavenly light is shining above,
My Savior’s dear face I see.
He’s bidding me come over to the other side,
Where endless joys are awaiting me.

The...

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SLOW MOVEMENT

Move out from tall trees - to wider scene now
Tympanic rhythm - andante theme
As footsteps beat on - path of the Ash beam
In diverse prospect - wet levels gleam
Look to the surface - life is reflected
Now mirrors brightening - skies cerulean

See over there the...

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Inspired by the TV show, "Chicago P.D.". Being a police officer is more challenging than ever in the world. As much as there are valid concerns about issues, overall, we need our police officers. 

Crossing lines
By Michelle Morris
11/01/2023

There are lines drawn
By law and order
By society's...

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Half a mile from the shore
boats turn into diving fish,
the sky roars by
derailed by the horizon.

The Lake Erie ferry
skims the crashing crests
rises as a seagull,
scooping up the flying spray.

We passengers go below
abandoning the deck
to the scouring winds.
Children are gathered up
into protective huddles.

I catch my reflection,
my...

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The raven is too hyperactive at my window pane.
Hear how noisy its wings are; was napping, now knocking knees.
Was about to turn over, with restrictions of the homebound,
As the shadows fly off tight walls, this cot, my face.
I am bothered; I am covered in ebonic...

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Why write all this poetry when the
most comments I get are three?
The answer is quite simple, don't you see..
I write for me, not and never for thee.
                .....
Being an entertainer is hardly my goal.
I realize I came here to share my total
life and my soul.
                 .....
Perhaps my...

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