Best Echoes Poems

It's always those who reside in our hearts,
whose words, like lightning,
electrocute our soul,

and in each pain there is a lesson.

Her life was like a room without a view,
those 'rainy day' eyes, 
could have formed a deep river,
but no ship sailed upon it,
to carry me to...

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 I once had your love which sailed on the shores of sorrows,
Broken hearts did shove the tears thru echoes of morrows…
For it is only time, that I have to find you on Cupids arrows,
It would be a crime if our love escaped the nefarious...

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Travel with me and enter 
into the flower carpeted mountain meadows
of my youth;   
Lose yourself  in the wild beauty which resides within  
God's tinted skies of yellow and vermouth.
Vested memories held captive by eidetic moments,   
"Oh blessed beating heart,...

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ECHOES IN THE STONE

No one can turn back the hands of time
Reliving the war,  TEXAS her independence
The tombs so deep, where real hero's fought and fell
A place so precious, sacred in every hold
A timeless journey, with no stop to heal
To find your eyes upon...

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~Echoes Of The Heart.~
                                      
Yesterday she was carrying...

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listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.

touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.

taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.

see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.

smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.

in the glee,

in the hopes and dreams,

in the human spirit,

lives the miracle of...

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The saddest sound in all the world,
The bagpipes weep as raindrop pearls
Land to take on grass-green hue:
Tears to mourn the loss of you.
Your boys line up with shaking lips
And breaking hearts to numbly grip
Your modest coffin; spirits brave,
They trek toward your dewy grave.
We follow you...

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A wash of gold adorns the westward sky
as waning light departs a summer’s eve;
in readiness to roost, crows cease to fly
and seek their resting place among the leaves.

Past toasted rooftops, twilight bids the sun
must softly slip away to realms afar,
with liquid grace, sun-kisses fall undone...

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In a hellish nightmare pit, soldiers stand...
Along the Western Front's cruel, jagged land,
Where blood and tears paint the earth's sad lore,
They mourn their fallen with bitter taste, hearts torn.

They heeded not the cries of pain,
Nor smelled the putrid stench of death’s domain,
They bore the scourge...

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too many echos

too many little voices that never got to giggle
too many stained hopes ... and sheets
wrapped around tiny bundles that came too soon

little hearts that failed to thrum
in the cold air of the world -
outside the warmth of her belly

little arms and legs that...

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at times the emptiness weighs 
heavy in my pool of wistful solitude
sometimes it’s more than i can bear

at times I listen to the silence 
and how its nothingness echoes in my head
sometimes it’s more than i think i can bear

at times i crave the longing...

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Muted Echoes

The echoes of piano notes
play softly in my mournful mind
as melody so gently floats
like ghosts of songs she left behind.

My memories are brought to bear,
the echoes of piano notes
forever floating in the air,
as lumps well up in saddened throats.

This winter day we don our...

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There beneath the dome of ashen sky
Nary a hint tonight of her favorite stars 
And motion above of cumulus clouds
Neither does thunder, nor pleads aloud.

Restless, voiceless she poignantly recalls
Spark that evoked from doting heart
As under the olive tree he knelt down,
Before his vows got muffled...

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With Joy, Your Singing Voice Echoes Our Love

Hold true this obsession of mine
that my world forever be free
with great joy and brightest sunshine
upon green meadows and Oak tree;
that my right hand be clasped with thine
nights spent in sensual display,
taste of luscious grapes on the vine
sent...

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I'm an emerald
echo of earth's
caterpillar, a
camouflaging
hiatus of muse
midst karmic rainstorms.
Enslaved to jealous
stars flaming within 
infernal wings,
I yearn to spellbind
sacred heaven's throne, 
chasing subconscious 
liberty in crowned
soul of marine eyes.
Tracing saffron
fingertips in
silent smokes of
Venus, willingly,  
I've scarred tuscan shine
of Aphrodite
with pearl's thermal ache.
So now, when...

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