Best Engraves Poems

Scarlet dawn’s amethyst dye engraves vermillion sky
Embossing amber dreams upon nightmares of night
Blushing rosily on ruby arc, glinting mountains high

While reddish filaments woven in lavender float by
Scintillating morn in golden glimmers of daylight
Scarlet dawn’s amethyst dye engraves vermillion sky

Autumn’s crimson leaves fall, rustling languid sigh...

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1.Remembrance

Remembrance of guilt from pages turned brown,
Opened and read inside rooms of my mind.
Written through time with tears sliding down.
I will claim each dung lit cavern I find.
My yesterdays speak of a poignant time.
Holding the lies I practiced to deceive.
The changing poems, the flow of...

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Petrichor petals 
float with departing zephyrs,
misplacing misunderstood messages,
whose true meanings are misinterpreted. 

Mislaid memories 
reflect on picture perfect puddles,
mentally memorising mistakes,
leaving behind a legacy of regret.

Painful passages
monopolise melancholic mind, 
bittersweet swansong symphonies,
seduce soulful spirit into a sabbatical.

Pessimistic penitence
engraves on blank expression,
depicting disease, drifting to death,
nauseating...

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Your e-mail engraves a smile while opening its contents.
I wanted to reply, to share a thought, 
but my daughter reminds me during that curiosity, 
an obligation to buy new shoes.

Being careful not to lose this thought in the pocket where I found my keys,
I placed...

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There you're alone
Gazing blue waters
In emerald splendor
Embedded within
A romantic landscape.

Visions of sundown
Peeking through blossoms
Bow down to greet you
And caress in love
Hints of my message.

You look elsewhere
At script on horizon
Setting sun engraves
Upon twilight tender
In vermillion intents,
As it dips beneath
Dreams of hushed river;

And scatters its rays
In marigold...

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I write because,
In writing ,I can be Me,My thoughts and emotions  will be set free.
I write because,
In writing, My Heart engraves its mark and My Soul carves its print,
My Spirit and Music  mold ,flowing from within.
I write because,
I am a Poet,and till the...

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Remember watching the clouds breathe,
In endless sees of make-believe,
Erasing the summer blue, azure in fleeting
Moments, silencing the music of birdsong,
Softly chortling in rhythms, 
Hearts warmed by the presence of miracles,
Promising the wind will blow away,
Every fear, ghostly fears – dewlike tears,
In the distance, reflecting gently.

Remember...

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I feel as lame as a whale without its fins to swim in fine waters
Blue blasphemy break a spirit of slumberless insanity that rips up my poetic loves, likes, unlikes and hates
Debates on TV…flee from me…pregnant with frustration….
Can’t stand the frustration, pissing me off to...

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Winter Awakens My Care
anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1300
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Winter awakens all my care
as leafless trees grow bare.
For now my sighs are fraught
whenever it enters my thought:
regarding this world's joy,
how everything comes to naught.

Original Middle English text:

Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou...

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Your devoted adoring Loving hands
Shields the abyss with trance
in utter bewilderment
As every hand is first an apprentice 
That slaves beneath The Temple Of LOVE
Your Loving hands have valor and daring
to weave my sorrow into a sublime
blanket of LOVE and tenderness
    
Your Loving...

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Softly touching deep cords vibrate within,
The song within my heart with golden notes begin.

As sadness flows trickling In Cello magic,
Soul's storm It Is flowing In Violin tragic.

Like a river babbling wild free,
The heart has no bounds where Love has to be.

Sweet dancing upon ripples of...

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Amidst the rustling leaves and gentle breeze,
The symphony of nature never seems to cease.
Birds chirping melodiously in the trees,
A musical ensemble that's sure to please.

The rustling of the leaves like a soft lullaby,
A soothing melody that can calm the mind's eye.
The chirping of the birds,...

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Waves come crushing down on beech slopes
The water at first rocks envelopes
Than sharp peeks appear from beneath the waves
But water its presence upon the shore engraves

The water is cold deep and dark
Nearby swimming is great white shark
Rocky pear way towards the ocean paves
As it is...

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~ She fondly engraves her signature,’ My Dear Heart’
With poetry that paints pictures, a style setting her apart ~
Those hands gliding with decorative touches and lyricism
So vintage like her soul ~ a woman of depth and mysticism ~ ~

Yet ~ she is more than a...

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Scarlet petals soft to touch flutter to the ground
Delicate as a summer breeze they do not make a sound
The scent of roses fills the air gently all around
Silent sweetness, scarlet petals, a sight quietly profound

As time passes, petals wilt against their hardened bed
Crackled up as...

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