Best Designed Poems

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn colour
autumn is here.

now that you are gone
who will wake every morn
to lift the sun
unveil the sky
etch in the clouds
who will paint the...

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The moon dances 
on lonely nights,
to astral beams of
the clear quartz milky way~
I lay in an olive meadow
designed in fragrant
promises,
hidden between thorns 
and thistles disguised
as...

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Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green.
A maple crib stands in the corner.
It's a picture perfect scene.

There is only one thing...

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I cannot comprehend our great Creator’s mind,
how every galaxy he perfectly designed -
how every atom in the universe is his,
ordered and known by him, as...

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An echo of lovesome passion, an inspiration of unborn theme,
A muse hypnotic, adept at composing aspirations of my dream,
Omnipresent voice of being, poetry is my...

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How does one measure love in scope or scale?
  For if such ledger ever was designed
Then logic would over the heart prevail.
  So...

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 Last night I dreamt that I was dancing 
in soft foggy mists designed in 
pearly bows, frolicking from 
thin fluffy silver waves- 
blanketing moonlit...

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When all is but 
dark and dreary,
and coldness wraps the 
silhouette of 
my wooden surface,
I listen to the 
wafer thin whispers
echoing in whimsy tones-
when the...

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Drive mindfully, dear children, as you traverse hurdled highways of life,
Cognizant that adjacent to an oasis of joy, lies a desert brooding strife;
Assume charge of...

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I See You...

Wanderer, wanderer, lost in the haze
void of direction, succumb to the craze.
Give ear to my madness, so deftly designed;
deception de-jour: aimed to muddle...

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Tradition and dress
A nations finesse
Symbolic in style
By a country mile
 
The drone of the pipes
Tartan clad
Bonnie on the girls
Proud on the lads
 
Highland dancers
In kilted...

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I must have encountered her on a hill,
Where scatterings of ferns deepened
Through insolent winds that shivered
While watching her carry a basket of daisies…
She is Loveliness,...

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VII.

An involuntary shudder as I watch her 
Spread                 ...

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She's untouched fruit
from forbidden orchards
barren and wrinkled
with fragmented twigs,
whirling to the beat
of melancholic musings 
of black-winged butterflies 
that croon and reflect
the true tragedy of a...

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