Best Eastward Poems

The okra in the garden is green,
The dew awaits the first sunray.
Spring blesses the world with bliss,
And everthing is lively and gay.
A constant fear of...

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One spring day meandering in a meadow,
I saw a butterfly whose beauty matched that
of May's azure sky.
With blue silken wings like that of a fairy,
she...

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She’d dwelt within a palace, and outside
it, geese and brilliant peacocks used to strut
inside a fragrant garden.  As a bride,
she’d said her vows beside...

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We are facing the sunset, in the afternoon light,
while shadows stretch eastward over the hills.
Music selected from the radio waves
has blinded my senses in reverie's...

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Adrift is smoke, that rises into the shape of a question mark...
Blurring the vacant night, with a ceremonial arc

Tomorrow, under a different sky, in a...

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A lifeless cloud, aloft invisible air;
     Blows Eastward,
a destination fate had prepared.
    Renewed,
is a bludgeouned heart,
no longer fueld...

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I have heard a myth, a rumor,
A legend long ago told. 
About a mighty being eastward 
With arcing wings of gold.  
Its breath alone...

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But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the...

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She sat near a pool of brownish waters.
Perplexed by her own reflection.
The wind tender on her hair,
Tossing it eastward.
Drying her imbrued face,
From days of sobbing,
Leaving...

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At a Crossroad  ** 

            Treading down the     ...

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Our first image of a gorgeous black Aphrodite
To inhabit the halls of power with charm,
Mrs. Obama moves over the sacred fields deftly
Reclaiming the realm with...

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The Cowboy
A hundred thousand miles
were written on his face
He'd earned near every wrinkle
Did this cowboy known as "Jace"
He'd ridden cross the country
From Death Valley up...

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A trio of warblers jargon
a madrigal in harmony.
Their polyphony awakens
a slumbering dawn from darkness
while white dewy daffodils, like
saintly daughters of charity,
bow before the paragon sun.
A...

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Blue sky eastward kisses a glistening green sea,
Golden sand stretches endlessly on before me.
Cry’s of gulls and sounds of waves gently rolling,
Promise a day filled...

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