Best Cure Poems

When smoke consumes clear horizons,
manipulating corridors of the mind,
beckoning imminent afflictions

poetry is the remedy.

A poet's first eternal love,
forming an authentic bond.
A tonic of silent expressions
creating...

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**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and...

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When I am nothing, a no one,
when nobody remembers my name -
will you give me a purpose to remain?

When I can no longer run,
will you...

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You hang there on the rise of dawn
Bending twigs where you cling,
Glistening gems on sunlit lawn,
Where I greet you before you're gone,
Before my passions forlorn...

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A blossom I’ll be on the wreaths for peace
An offering to deity to feed world’s hungry
I’ll be the garden on every troubled street
Preening as gleefully...

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We Rulers Of This Earth

Homo-Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
   Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?

We're working hard...

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A Turnip and a Cabbage
    are walking down the street.
This may seem a might peculiar 
    as they hadn't...

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Happiness calms like a mother's lullaby.
Happiness is fragile like a butterfly.

Happiness is the first daffodil in spring.
Happiness is listening to a nightingale sing.

Happiness is seeing...

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People milling around I  do not notice them, 
my face is turned to hide my loneliness,
Am walking in my own despair
No one else intrudes...

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I sit alone and I think of you, hoping you can hear me
If I close my eyes just before I sleep, I can see you...

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I Love . . .

to snuggle in my bed, no one around,
the purring of my cat the only sound.
And whether near a window streaming light
or...

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Thirty Eight ( Corny Cancer Poem) For Sharon

Hallmark has a million cards in their catalog
And not one of them says,
Life Sucks
American greetings had nothing that...

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-Toddler Sky-

Down where I sleep, 
You hold me, embrace my every way
The Marks up on my skin
You caress, taking away from the ugliness

Watching the simple...

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Sarah’s Story - Mental Illness

Sarah, the “Crazy Lady,” was a familiar sight,
roaming the streets any time of day or night.
Her foul body odor announced her...

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Shades of Poe , Speaketh


Shades of Poe oft run in my veins
dark, dirty little splashing stains
No Raven stirs my battered heart
nor any signs on my...

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