Best Encasement Poems

Your voice is like a song bird, trilling Spring with praise
Tantalizing me with melodies you render
Each dulcet note you sing is a meaningful phrase
Spring may...

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He never did see a face though only a board width away,
yet remembers feeling privileged, spending those last few moments
while trying so hard to find...

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Raging Reality

Love lost cannot find the freshness it once knew.
Haunting past memories absorb sanity.
Spellbound, last illusions, and joys say, “adieu.”
Flickering dreams blanket deaths black reality.

Haunting...

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Love is a seed
When it is planted in fertile soil it grows
When it is planted amongst thorns and thistle it is choked out
It cannot flourish...

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I am missing you,
thinking of your love-

its not the hours since my last hug,

or the voice that I hear inside,

it's the caring in your eye's,

and...

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The wrinkled gent woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Staring into the 
darkness he saw nothing. Gloom and fear ganged up against...

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“My grandfather was strong and mighty, till he died at age of ninety.
The clock then stopped to run no more.
Then one of my relations wrote...

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Blessed is the calmness of our impassioned night,
Forever bound to the passionate starlight,      
Unblessed is the sound from an old,...

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we are all built for hell but some have made modification to adjust their placement and still they have miles to go before their finished...

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“My grandfather was strong and mighty, till he died at age of ninety.
The clock then stopped to run no more.
Then one of my relations wrote...

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Never been afraid of the nought,
Until your existence came upon.
Never feared requiems,
Until your breath stirred my life.
Did not mind stoicism,
Until your smile revitalized everything around.

It...

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We carry history's traumas,
Twisted threads of wounded story,
And yet we have survived,
We have forgotten why we are here,
Our divine mission buried deep,
And yet we seek...

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The Length and Breath of Time

Yes, you linger so succinct my fellow of graying hue;
Like a ember coal is you as you fumble for a...

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From fourteen feet I visualize how heavy is the frame,
which parallels encasement of slow and lumbering brain.
While even with my vision blurred and tables in...

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I don't feel right.
Who is this person?

Each gift given to me today is cutting away at my flesh,
Clean deep gashes in the shape of an...

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