Best Drying Poems

No longer at desk the typewriter has been given 
it's final rest.
As he cant recall the day or year.

The once strong mind is closed the body
but a museum or tribute to what once was.
he his home but locked within himself.

Vist's from thoose who once knew...

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Lonely cries out-loud
A founded friend to be-friend
Weeping tears subside...

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Tonights
The
Night
Sailing
To
Tahiti
I
Wish
You
Could
Hear
What
I
Hear

The
Sounds
Of
Angels
Sand grains
On
A
Hill
I
Am
God
And
I
Declaim
All
Roll
Down
Sand hill
End
Up
As
One

Noah, drying out
It is raining again
Oh, my god...

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( DRYING YOUR TEARS )

Tear drops fall from your blue eyes
and my heart stops a beat at their sight.
I pull you close to me,
try to take the pain from you,
make it my own.
My cheek lays against yours
and your tears burn my face
as I whisper,
"Darling, it...

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California is Drying

California is drying up they say
this drought
only needs another year before 
California
is a sun dried tomato 
California 
is cracked clay of a dry river bed
California
is like the white salty residue my sweat leaves
when i am dehydrated 
riding my bike 
through the soul sucking...

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The air was fresh and clean after the rain,
And so I sat and wrote to you, my one,
For back across the years and days there came
The thoughts of when we were to each as one.

My heart does strain and ache to tell you this,
That all...

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How to survive without you?
How to stay alive without you?
It’s been years, the darker nights,
It’s been years, the longer days..!!

This heart is pleading,
Come back my life, it’s done!!
Tears entreating you back,
Bear my emotions, the scratch!!

Flash backs don’t leave my trail,
Animating prevalence down the lane,
What! Dream...

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There isn’t a night going by
I did not miss you
Wishful tears going dry
My world... I no longer knew

It was raining last day last year
And you weren’t there
The silence remains to only hear
It was love I could no longer bear

By the end of the year, I...

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Wednesday evening
5:46 P.M.
September 16, 2015
Kansas City, MO
Stephen Becker pen name Brian Stoaks


                 "Who's Drying Mine"

Wrestling with the thoughts of abandonment
Fighting to believe that rivers do run
Wondering why this heart...

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DRENCHED, BUT DRYING


Waiting for the clouds to roll away
On this bright and sunny day
I didn’t make the rain myself
You helped

The drums are thundering again
Yet only I feel the repercussions
So sick of being the only one wet
But there’s only so soaked a person can get

I spoke...

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The ivory hue of the dove-colored rain- cloud as it hovers; the opaque glitter of the sunlight as the rain-drops are shaken off of leaves after the rainfall. 

The sunlight emerging as storm-clouds glissade into the heavens the tint of light-blue Robin eggs. A moon...

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lake-born brown wild rice
	dried flat by hot hardwood flame ~	
		canoe rests onshore

(October Full Moon – Dakota)...

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Drying winds, partly cloudy sky
No rain coming, here the earth cracks
Hurricane floods in places why?
Drying winds, partly cloudy sky
Clouds are a farce, only amplify
Needed moisture, which we now lack
Drying winds, partly cloudy sky
No rain coming, here the earth cracks      ...

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Little fears of boys
           Transmittlal years of rejoice
Brittle tears of joys...

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The day just past my head was filled with you,
Inside the realm of thoughts that keep and hold
A common goal, what else was I to do
But sit and smile as lambs do in the fold.

For when you come and near yourself to me
I feel the...

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