Best Culminates Poems

As we traverse in happiness of euphoric thoughts
Exuberance of sunrise permeates our avid hearts
Holding hands of leisure on hushed idyllic grounds,

Where pink lotus-blooms lift-up in pristine pond
Floating stilled moments in beauty of white swans,
Embracing day’s serenity awakening in birdsongs.

Upon the ruby roses, spring’s cheery winds...

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At stroke of the dawn as the sun is rising
Birds are chirping to awaken the morning
From the trees that sway in gentle breeze 
Breeze that whispers melodic greetings

Greetings that convey comforting feelings
Taking a slow walk with musings alluring
Humming the tune of romantic lyrics
Lyrics that mesmerize...

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Archetypes flash straight from a pack of Tarot cards
anti-terror Jing Jang synthesis with neuro-spiritual precision
implants explosive animation from the deep unknown
like a taro rootstock growing wings to fly with found suspension

Stereotactic stereotypes archetypes semi-circling soothing storm clouds
thunderbolts and enlightening darkness are my enema of anxious...

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Constellations of values and ethics 
like dancing stars in onyx nights. 
Majestic fields of ideals stay grounded 
in what only seems right. Keenly, I search 
philosopher’s heels to grasp theoretical 
notions, held together by gravity’s scales 
as comets of light circle in tails
and teach me...

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Sat here looking thru a stack
Of every I love you you gave
And I thank God for the good times 
Specially now you’ve gone away

First a birthday then a Christmas 
You never missed a single one 
Now every folded memory culminates 
With me wishing you weren’t...

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What Ripples do you make? What Ripples do you spread?
Are they Ripples borne of Love or of hate instead?
The Ripples that we send, eventually converge
Into a sea, an ocean, where ultimately they merge.
There is a sea of Love and there is a sea of hate
And...

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Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked...

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Suddenly, two Indian boys throw themselves into the water like meteors
swiming towards camp chatty as prarie dogs,
they hail from a Teton encampment of 74 lodges a few miles up river
most of the men are feeling uneasy because of the casual way the Teton
have broached invitation,...

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Sad movies end with tears flowing
freely from her misty blue eyes.
And every romantic moment,
culminates in moans and soft sighs.

My friend and the source of my strength,
she nurtures my hopes as they climb.
For she's the rock that I cling to,
when dreams are swept away by time.

She...

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LETS NOT CRY FOR THOSE WHO ARE DEAD

AS EMOTIONS ARE BURIED IN THE GRAVEYARD

LONGING FOR LOVE IS FUTILE

PALE AND FRAGILE

I WISH THOSE BLUE EYES

TO BE MINE FOREVER

ALAS ! DREAMS ARE THE ENEMIES OF DAYLIGHT

MOONLIGHT IS CONCEALING MY THOUGHTS

INSOMNIA IS GRIPPING MY VISION

WAYWARD THOUGHTS CULMINATES AS

MY...

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Lonely hearts fumble with emotions,
sorting fragile feelings to embrace.
And as two souls intertwine in dreams,
their destinies merge and interlace.

Love is candy treats and satin sheets;
reality is but a mirage.
And heavenly bliss imbues each kiss;
as gentle hands caress and massage.

Time loses all desire to move on;
hostage...

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Insidious, insipid, id-inebriated imbeciles
incite impetus into inevitable immolation.

Bombast, bluster and bluff: blunt batons of barbarian bullies;
backwards behaviour blackballs baronial breed's burdens and bonds.

Weasely, willy-waving warmongers wage wanton war of words
without wit, wisdom or worldliness, whilst we weakly watch and wait.

Regrettable, repugnant reprobates ravage refined realms...

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After but a moment,
Drowning in a sea of confusion,
All hope dashed against rocks of despair,
Her firm resolve culminates in
V I O L E N C E . . .
S i l e n c e...

"For the one who has died has been acquitted from his...

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~Collaboration with Silent One~


Laura Loo's Poem: PART I- A child thinking about running away

Neglected…unprotected…
frayed from the inside
impaired…nobody cared…

I have no mother to nourish my unhealthy soul. My father
loved the bottle and the bruises combined with my mental 
wounds brought forth contused abrasions.
Free me, please, free...

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Innocence
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015

Innocence, 
Is the bright eyed child 
So recent in life, 
That it hasn’t been exposed,
To hatred or discrimination;
It never naps with anger,
And is always trusting; 

But the passage of season’s
Bring Conditioned changes,
These are learned things,
But a child doesn’t learn to lie,
And...

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