Best Dilutes Poems

In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who sunk like winter sunset,
but arose like summer sunrise -
my last breath an autumnal leaf.

What is life but a blank canvas...

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The Light grows dim 
My Pupils dilate 
Now Falling into a Meditative state

The earth consumes my sinking roots 
As I ground myself
reality dilutes 

Being present in this moment 
All Equal and free 
Slipping away now from life’s debris 

Noticing moments between my thoughts
A silent awareness...

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Feeling smug about its certainty,
Night anticipates the Day's demise.
And as scattered shades of gray gather;
blue finds sanctuary in your eyes.

As twilight creates a stained-glass sky,
a scarlet sun reluctantly sinks.
And night dilutes the essence of light,
scribbling silhouettes in blackened inks.

Vermilion colors the horizon
as flashing fireflies light...

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Sounds of Splendor
 
Some say songs soothe the savage beast
On gentle melodies I feast
Sensual pleasures increase
 
Swing me, sway me, elevate me
Joyful psalms can jubilate me
Your lyrics stimulate me

Rock, classical or jazz
Reggae, soul and blue grass

Music always resonated  
Wind songs man has emulated
Across Earth...

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It's happening again..

Drops of mercy descending 
from heaven's shadows,
hydrating breathless sighs.

Against my will,
each splash resuscitates, 
my recovering wounds.

Words unspoken, remain,
veiled within the vaults of my heart.
Desperately, I seek the cure.

But, all I can do is stand still,
observing in silence,
soaking in regret.

Blood dilutes with the rain,
and...

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I've been meaning to write for a long time. 
but sometimes 
my words willingly remain hostage 
in my heart. 
Not wanting to be heard.
Covered and crumpled.
I cannot sink in 
I am 18.
it's frightening,
Getting old
my mind is somewhere between
the land and the sky, 
wishing to fly,...

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Like a nomad trespassing woodland's edge,
I rip moonbeams apart ; drain the pulp
of my marrow , shapeless—
wandering along tracks of old interludes
in mid Autumn's light. 
And as the elixir of a world dilutes flawed refrains
through a self-alienation endured; a pounding
gust turns midnight into a wayward...

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Finished vines
waving limply in the wind,
tangled streaks across the hillside.

The Autumn Earth
conceals eternal motion
under a carpet of many colors;
a fluid carpet that flutters and shifts
beneath my feet;
a noisy carpet telling the story 
of my presence.

Frost-bitten flowers
broken by my passing touch
salt their pollen on the wind;
a...

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Auditory dementia envelops upon a grandeur scale. Skepticism dilutes the 
experience, painting an abyss of soul in-cognizant. Xenophobia empowers the weak, 
imploring a dissonant decadence awaiting....

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I awake in the early morning darkness
frozen, motionless, immobilized,
my eyes straining to see into the black void
looking for any sign of my keepers,
listening for any kind of movement
Phantom-like images dart around me slowly,
multiple images spring from every direction
My heart racing, breathing rapid and shallow,
figments of...

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Yellow leaves fall
Harsh humid heat;
Earth gathers debris

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Time runs away
Space now bereft;
A change of heart

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Empty space
Nothing much here;
Going away present

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Odd couple here
East meets West;
Lovely colours

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Old lady sells
Daily newspapers;
Sidewalk news sermon

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Humid hot day
Fiery sun bombards;
SPF29 still tans

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Morning crystal ball
Mirror exposure;
Wrinkles and grey hair

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Earthquake tremors
Nepalese tragedy;
So many deaths

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Sense...

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The body, in all its wonders and might, is still such a fragile thing.
We mustn't forget the ever impending mortality,
In order to prize each given day.

Likewise, we must not forget the ever present immortality of our true beings.
Our souls, our spirits, are only residential in...

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The blue hour takes root ...

There is the dark wing of the steamer,
Which takes the open sea, and carries away its regrets,
Tiny passengers, waving handkerchiefs
And the seagulls passing and passing again.
Heavy rusty chains, in heaps on the edge of the quay,
Puddles where the clouds pass,
In...

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See as a child having a child he was my saving grace, allowing me to refocus my path to a better place, Where he could grow and flourish, So I developed him to nourish, Through my soil which had been tainted by pollutants, pollutants in...

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I know that life brews moments up
As robust as belief,
That sweet hope in a lasting cup
Dilutes distillate grief.

I know no more of death than you,
But taste such bitter blends
As days that cloud to settled view
Of twilights streaked with friends....

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