Best Elates Poems

“In solitude, the mind gains strength and learns to lean upon itself.”   Laurence Sterne
far from the human humdrum
solitude shrouds mountainsides
subtle snowflakes fall on spruce
I run towards the cabin

the heat is enjoyable
I open my fine laptop
type chapter three of my book
no characters spoil the...

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Vision, a window divine, open wide to aspirations of heart,
A lens paramount, for perusing aesthetics of beauty and art;
A sight beaming imagination, on ambitions of curious soul,
A focus coherent, shaping impulses, passions studious cajole.

A medium of communication, an engaging lure of romance,
An infatuated response, a...

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Young lady, dark eyes smiling, gazes soft upon her dreams.  
She holds violin, her companion, near as Chopin’s notes 
surround her, resonating in her soul, splendor’s refrain.
As music comes alive, nimble fingers wake, restless to float
in passionate motion on waiting bow, no worry or...

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In the warmest of seasons,
when the cheerless moon of a remote town
rises from beyond the fir and maple-covered hills,
in great suspense and silence,
a brief song is played by this guitar
with a few chords and numerous notes:
making up the merriest melody
sustained by a perfect and simple...

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Plucking at the metal strings
Thumping vibration pulsing the air
Tuba all classy and dancing with bass
Suddenly silence, the palette bone bare

The voice of the infinite instrument
settles the band and elates
You're singing and smiling and lifting the sky
while the keys all turn toward you and burn, concentrate

The...

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Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed...

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Cycle of Seasons

vernal equinox
pollen proliferation
spring rebirth affirmed

busy bees buzzing
beautiful birds building nests
winter gloom erased

dormant seeds take root
blossoms bloom birdsong elates
spring nearing its end

summer solstice comes
verdant landscape sandy beach
families frolic

short summer showers
heat and humidity reign
sunlight lingers on

temperatures lag
cheerful chirping of crickets
last gasp of summer

autumn equinox
turning leaves...

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A Lady Waits

The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
A wave of steerage class splashes...

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The voice of the Lord, is awe so powerful!
The voice of the Lord, is mighty in strength!
The voice of the Lord, is ever so glorious!
May I hear his voice at great length!

The voice of the Lord, moves quite swiftly!
The voice of the Lord, the inner...

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by Michaelw1two

Inspired from poetic works by Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum

 One’s love possess,
 in truth’s fairness blessed upon such beauties face;
 aglow on promised dream and then,
 heart’s mercy known and given so;
 trust’s pact sustains,
 sweet bond of passion’s taste and loving...

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“How long can a poetry go?” you ask.
I will shall share the answer to that question.
You may think it is not an easy task.
Well, maybe; poetry is a progression.

It may be as long as one’s memory.
Or as brief as a footle, just four words.
It might...

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A Bagpipe am I,
My drones point to the sky!
I am magic they say, since the wizard ‘spelled’ on me that day.

He gave me the gift of immortal time,
I could travel through centuries,
T’was a gift.
It was mine.

But now here I lay, on this shelf in pawn,
Pick...

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The hidden face

Love to a Swiss Army knife more akin
Dumbfounds the blind's ear and elates
Blasts a rocky,impregnable barbican
Yet torpedoes nests and sanctity flatulates....

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Leg cast graffiti
elates the spirits of all
who created it...

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Here I found a cruel necessity for a new, chilling ambience
There was even a need for the drifting fogs of dreary past 
A need for the blurred emptiness that sadness elates
An unimpeded appetite for a long lost banister of emotional distain

Negative pores glimmered petulantly on...

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