Best Doves Poems

Hear the soft coo-cooing that faithful love imparts, 
                   mourning doves, sharing their beating hearts.

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doves coo love notes
songbirds sing nesting tunes....
temperature twenty  ...

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Cooling off in falling months, approaching dusk.
Coordinated chill and quilting of snow, brusque.
Cooking lots of soup, beating down dough,
as the wind whoops on a weeping willow.

The sky blue sheets aired out on the clothesline.
Coordinates of beauty in her decline.
Cooties shots on the medical menu…sigh.
Cooperation of...

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i am still getting used to this writing thing
this poetry writing thing
the mystery of hiding my madness
concealing my mad love
oh i love him mad
forgive the poor grammar - madly 
yes, i love him madly
like i said i am still becoming familiar with this writing thing
this...

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A big hole is in my shoe
My front tooth is on the loose
Poor car won’t start today

My best friend just ran away
He’d be better off as stray
3 days now we have no food

Thunder and the rain begins to fall
From the roof and down the walls
The...

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Oh wicked night of scarlet moon
that mocks my groaning, grieving heart
your bleeding glow, your crimson gloom
the doves cry out as you depart. 

For he has vanished from this realm
his soul has drowned in an endless sea
no more can his deep voice be heard
night’s lapping waves...

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A Tree Filled With Doves

I heard the giggles
And whispers of feathers
Before I saw the tree explode
In clouds of rambunctious doves.

Rising in a cloud upwards to the just risen sun
Like drunken conventioneers stumbling into the morning
Squinting and laughing, rushing toward another day of living.
Surprised but not...

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Rain pours down over the hills, like God’s tears
Jewels peppering petals, impulsive
Lightening rages in skies, bleeding fears
Wonders so amazing they’re compulsive

Jewels peppering petals, impulsive
Skating along roses, a faint pleasure
Wonders so amazing they’re compulsive
Creating hope in hearts, beyond measure

Skating along roses, a faint pleasure
Reflecting joy descending...

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Beautiful white doves fly above the deep blue sky..
Doves the color of white..
White feathers 
Soft and pure..
Doves fly so gracefully..
Soaring freely across the universe..

A representation of freedom exists upon the deep blue sky..
Tasting freedom
Smelling freedom..
Feeling freedom..
For I am blessed..
I am swimming in graciousness..
Drowning in freedom...

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My steps tread heavily 
They travel dream like streets so familiar
yet not

The blues and grays of twilight eve
fashion a shroud like mist

I walk with my companion
The din of the city suspended

Hesitation
Mortal fear, a difficult challenge

As I approach the corner
I hear only the delicate echoes of
fluttering...

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My faith blooms of a cherish for our Forgiver,
and forgiveness isn't, "I'll forgive you,
if you'll forgive me,"
it's a symphony of lilacs in the springtime 
fields,
a song from the wren's delicate heart,
it's when you awaken after a bitter night
of anger melted into tiredness.
Moments of grief turned...

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A few random sticks;
the nest of a Mourning Dove.
As fragile as peace....

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Just two lonesome doves lost in a field full of grain
if one flies one way the other will be lost in the wind
oh, but how those doves wanted to be free but were so scared 
holding onto each other until the bitter end

Just a little...

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If I write down words
that pour from me like
water rushing from a rusty gutter
carrying my cries in the flood
with decaying leaves and
the smattering off the roof
of droppings from so many
prominently perched pigeons,
is that a poetry of sorts?

If the aged shingled roof leaks
at its eaves (like...

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“Father of All, Hoopoe of the Shining Light 
Voice of Truth, singing above pits of night 
Light singing in heaven’s tree above the height 
Barbelo in the heights unthinkable 
Nous incorruptible, Word untouchable 
Forefather whose voice is unspeakable 
Father whose feathers are impenetrable” 

Norea the...

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