Best Dies Poems

An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Bitter face
Red nose
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire

Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He lived alone, inside his madness
Leave me be and go to hell
His favorite expressions

The phone rang one night late
This is the...

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I tried to create a poetic dream,
to fulfill our promise,
but we became a victim 
to fate's wounding ways.

My flower garden lies in ruins,
suffering in silence -
my lips unable to kiss her back to life.

In the demise of our destiny,
there is no reincarnation.
Hope fades with each...

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As time flows gently by and we grow old in each other's arms
Sailing away on our memories each rising sun seems brighter 
I love the way you look at me forever young like in our teenager years 
Holding the limelight of an adoring beauty captivates...

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Once we sang
songs of summer,
now melodies freeze
in winter winds.

If only tears could
strum guitar strings.
Revealing the truth,
as your voice just lies.

Why whisper words,
fingertips refuse to play.
Sad songs,
hide behind metaphors.
The audience begs for one more,
but the tongue yearns for 
a silent serenade.

In the ballad of yesterday,
there were...

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With my last rays
   s m e a r i n g  the sky
               like apricot jelly, 
    I shine bitter-sweetly
    ...

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When a friendship dies
no mourners come
with last respects to pay

There’s nothing 
but the silence
where there once was much to say

Old comforts
feeling awkward
if in happenstance we meet

We are strangers
once again
in chance encounters on the street

The laughter
and camaraderie
of former times are through

You’ve found a better
crowd to join
and...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep in the window,
Enjoying the zestful song of red robin, while...

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The black side of a life betrayal and choked dreams 
Cries of pain that are locked into their souls 

Evil twistfate deals aches and screams 
Inside darkened dungeons filled with peril and woe 

In the trap, feels like stuck in of eternity madness 
Hands are...

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“The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost - They caught the last train for the coast
the day the music died, and they were singing Bye Bye Miss American Pie. . .”
From Don McLean’s “American Pie"

When Music Dies

How short was rock and roll’s time on this...

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I need you not 
No longer in my thoughts
Wrecking havoc 
On who I thought you were…
Whom you masked yourself to be.
I love you once…
In the past
No more
No more heartless days
No more heartless thoughts!
I don’t need the memories 
You bestowed upon me
Nor the memories
That you once...

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What is life without love?
And love without loss
For what is lost is loved
And what is loved is alive in our hearts!
Sometimes with look at things so carelessly
Like the end is so near
Like all else doesn’t matter
And we’re left in despair
Like love is nothing but an...

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With a squint of an eye my heart skips its beat
Beneath roots leaves and trees
Hides what Mother reclaimed...

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Slack sails await winds.
At first nothing...stillness, then a wisp.
Awakening becomes triumphant,
And he dares to have hope.
Sails hoisted high, hands shield the sun,
Squinting as the rays are interrupted by
Swollen clouds, yet puffs of nothing.
Waiting for snow in the summer,
A blossom in the winter.
Yet nothing exists but...

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Upon the desk the Great Poet’s pen ;  covered in dust, lays unused
The discolored , unfinished POEM speaking, a LOVE never defused
The Great POET’S Soul leaves this earth to live with the Great Divine
Memories of a Great POET’S words , FOREVER embedded in Your...

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Should I write again of love?
Surely, by now, the moon
has had her full; and those
luxury cruses best put off,
taxes long overdue; besides,
those who love well
love well in a canoe--

which is precisely my point--
love is never through: 

For the wind loves the bird---
that’s why he flies;...

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