Best Diverts Poems

The bleeding sunset lingers on her mind
as night approaches and the sky goes dark.
Her soul is restless; how it craves to find
some words of comfort which could leave their mark,

erasing heartache etched in grooves of tears
on ice-cold marble where lost dreams now dwell,
relief imploring from...

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Your rhyme             your lyrics            your verse
So clever               ...

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You shattered my spirit
and wounded the heart
belittled my reason to be.
Did you think it diverts attention from Ghoul
who is hiding in your hideous soul?

But little you know about pure spirit,
that cannot be extinguished.
It’s still alive, glows under ruins of my soul,
it will not be vanquished.

No...

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The day was going off, and the brown air
To the terrestrial animals gave rest
For their labors; and only me was there

Just ready to withstand the war at best
Both of the journey and of the torment,
Which by my mind will be rightly expressed.

O muse, o high...

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A Buddhist bird flies 
Under the eyes 
Of winter’s sun 
As I watch his flight 
Across a lonely wintry sky 
Gazing up 
At his long, long flight south 

He diverts himself 
From the chilly northern wind 
A wind 
That the sun cannot warm 

He diverts...

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Fasting cleanses both body and soul
It breaks you only to make you whole
Its spiritual connection plays a vital role.

Now not only the wearer knows the shoe pinches
for you get the chance to be in the needy's shoes
A whole month to forget those addictive binges
A chance...

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Scripted television nanny

All the Lions roared their approval
dancing puppets

Stars shown twinkling delight
mask global death

My favorite football team
diverts my attention

Smiling ringmasters bow to each other
chosen talent cheered like god
(even call themselves jesus)

While blinded by the sun (tv)
the world devil cult
plays us like a game of cups

Cows,...

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Corruption Fake News


Government corruption, engulfs us every day
It's bad enough we have to see the down slide on its way

Many people disappear connections can't be made
Obituaries so obscure the stories quickly fade

Families mourn the ones they lose another heart just sinks
They said (an accident) of...

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I'm singular.
I'm night-driving.
With vibrant hum
of standard speed.
I'm glowing of dashboard.
Utterances of am talk
alien abductees and remote viewing.
Barely diverts my musing.

I night-drive 
periodically. 
A rite of wanting
Control, of the wheel.
Arm out window
night air cooling me.
Headlight on blacktop.
A yellow metronome.

This nights topic , I'm.
A question proposed,
by a...

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Leaning on the deluxe seat,
She munches banana chips.
Her handsome husband breathes near
And an air-cooler blows chill.
Yet, she looks back from the car.

The vehicles fly, scattering on road.
One bike chases so close,
As it tries to kiss the car.
His hand has locked her shoulder;
Often, they swing together...

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If I can just spread my arms
and embrace my students
when they need help.
If I can just see all the things
that they do to remind
them with love.

2
If I can just protect them
from the fangs of danger
and be their hero.
If  I can just be the solution
to...

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Afternoon again in the Rose City. 
  
Ouellette Avenue, the main drag. 
Cars insisting on a regular pattern 
of interruption. 
  
The hum of the library, 
oddly like a burst of energy 
in a catacomb. 
Standing modern and sombre 
in the downtown bustle....

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On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.

On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!

Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian...

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A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand 
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called

Nobody knows but somebody knows 
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and...

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Over two hundred million people sleeps and wake without a leader,

A cloned effigy in a rock called "Aso"

too old to lead or long dead to be,

demented or dead, they cannot tell,

old age has come but he would not leave. 

a cult of connivers shields a...

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