Best Distinct Poems

I've thrown my quill in quiet rage
   sometimes, when mocked by empty page.
I read such vibrant poetry 
  in awe, and ask...

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For the rose without season is you
Light between stars shine through your soul
Ocean of kindness whispers your name
Joy resides in those beautiful eyes
Treasure trove,a friend...

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It had been a day full of miraculous detail.

Freezing rain played the ground like a kettle drum.

Trees snapped and flowers curtsied 
before engaging in a...

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My view on seduction,
 is that what you're asking me? 

Specifically love, 
my thoughts on loving a woman,
that's what you want to know?

Have you ever...

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On boulevards of memories, with you I walk
Reminiscing in yesteryear as I turn back the clock
And persuade the silence of amour to talk
As conversations of...

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Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no...

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Time is not
     a ticking clock,
          it has
    ...

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Growing out of childish pranks,
With the storm and stress of turbulent teens,
I locked within my mind’s cupboard,
A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished.
Rough it was,...

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 I'm a Catholic,You're a Muslim

I'm an Orthodox ,You're a Protestant

I'm a Hindhuist,You're a Buddhist

You're an Atheist,and I am a Mormon too.

You're an African,I'm American

You're...

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"The Theory of Positivism"



It’s criminal
all theories tie that life 
in neat tight black bows

the presents under 
that tree of life
wide spread 

arms once wide open...

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With my brightened lens, I watch you
mystically zooming in     zooming out,
and my eyes focus on the shutter where
 a hundred gulls...

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On full moon night, wild tresses float like flowers
as stars ignite her arms to dance, then to pull
her gypsy robe, arise  tambourine hours ;
the...

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I am a word, a simple scribble - 
ink arranged on empty page;
I'm voiced with passion from a preacher's 
pulpit, or the actor's stage.
 ...

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In another time and age
we could have written a new page
crossing paths on land or sea
brushing cheeks with destiny.
With youthful zest and joy
our ardent quills...

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Dumplings 

As I walk into the kitchen, for a snack, 
my mother, her apron, night black hair, and jade bracelet, 
 makes me dumplings.
She combines...

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