Best Curative Poems

Under divinities shadow,
Rests the tree of life.
With aromatic branches,
Dissected by a pocket knife.

Medicinal veins lushly flow,
Carrying remedial cures.
A verdant daze ensues,
As romantic buds allure.

Poetic smoke…recites,
The...

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Let me paint you like a summer’s day,
Upon luscious landscapes where lovers play…
With oils of Celestial Blue and Carmine Red,
Cherry Blossom Pink with a Saffron...

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I am like an avalanche slithering in shivering angst,
free-falling into an abyss of an aching era,
where luminous lakes reflect pixelated regrets,
for time throws my canvas...

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If sky is a sea of 
fallen flowers
and dusty diamonds 
glazed in red,
I’ll unfurl the 
saffron sun within,
stretching sandalwood 
arms of serenity,
upon gardens of 
glistening...

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As I sit awhile at my kitchen window
And float weightless in the pond yonder
What if you and I were those geese?
My unmoored thoughts always wander.

Basking...

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My first new poem presented on my return, composed 3 am , this morning.


PALLIATIVE

Gasping beauty of Life, Love and Nature's treasures
Dawn and its promise, given...

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Medication paused a day
the balm of urge then delayed
with a will to live without
if only for the briefest time

until the need comes again
sight unseen to...

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In the assure abyss of the Dead Sea, where the salt laden waves danced with a sapphire sparkle, ancient legends converged with modern marvels, 

A...

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February 12, again 

Must you, must you,
hotter than fire,
seek your prey.

Sun do not dare arise
nor collect your praise
for stardom.

You hid you curative warmth,
shrouded her instead
in...

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I chose  
I could’ve been
A homebound hermit,
Hypnotized by the hum
And hue,
Of a high-tech 
HD computer screen.
A slave 
To the
Rhythmic rap
Of 
Clicking keys;
Depriving me 
Of...

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No road elects to prune
a wavy path past mindless
parts of this life, 
resembling our ghosts,
my love

I need no hearing,
no strings and
no sounds,
I need only hear...

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Love is neither blurred nor blind,
It only leaves the bad and bitter behind;
And focuses on fate and the future to find
That it was not a...

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Human Love


                 Precious memories obscured by time wander in...

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Once i was a prince in your eyes my every wish granted
        even before I could wish it
eevaa...

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She sees the world in images of grace,
reminding us that life's not what it seems,
to see the beauty in another's face,
and hope that she finds...

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