Best Dip Poems

Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?

Such depths to your...

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Ocean Whispers

I sit on shore by windswept seas
    and feel the vibrant ocean breeze
As waves cascade upon the sand
   ...

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Sometimes life is such a bore we run on automatic;
Then it’s time to tango for a dash of the dramatic.
Or when things are dull and...

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~  My favorite Thanksgiving memory was, quite simply, a walk at my grandparents house - I'll never forget how nature spoke to me that...

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A poet needs dip his pen
  in the ink of his heart
Lest his verse be reduced
  to sterile, soulless art...

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Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed
Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
Evening shadows tiptoe...

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I long to fold my eyes and softly creep

                ...

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I stand on the edge of your ocean, ready to dive in
Wanting to discover the depths of you
I have looked at the surface of you
Beautiful...

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Oh! how love has bloomed—

fantasies like wild flowers plucked
a collection of candlelight craves and desires
fill a wistful star-maiden’s basket;
a bouquet of white asters from Orion’s...

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The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
Its breath etches frost on my windowpanes
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches  

Blood is slowly chilling inside my...

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Jesus Savior...Pilot Me from walkinginsunlight.com



Across the blackest waters 
ripples of pain,
swell into an anguish splashing 
against the blackest shore, 
and in the rustling of brittle...

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Staying near to light my way
     now that there is no more day
You're needed to so brightly burn
   ...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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There beyond the afterlife a glimpse of a passing star 
an orbing light that flickers in submergence with the dawn
The memories of a life exuding...

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When I close my eyes I hear the sound of your voice floating in the 
air like dandelion fur, catching the breeze and dancing upward.

I...

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