Best Etches Poems

The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
Its breath etches frost on my windowpanes
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches  

Blood is slowly chilling inside my...

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I must have encountered her on a hill,
Where scatterings of ferns deepened
Through insolent winds that shivered
While watching her carry a basket of daisies…
She is Loveliness,...

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The harvest moon appears behind the hill
In purest enchantment like so foretold,
As her radiant tassels glimmer still
Like embroidered  lace of russet and gold.

From whispering...

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Brocade frame with silver etches
creating a past's mystery
slices of life it refreshes,
against chilled dusk's pure scenery.
Will wonder's eyes engage and see
the beauty of a fallen...

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Hands
mixing
neutral shades
as brushstrokes form
etches of life’s vignettes in washed-out tones,
Reflecting grim  shadows doused by night’s  ash
Where black  white hints
Trail along
Fingers
Stained.
Grief
In oil
Expressing
Artist's lament
Through...

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Aimlessly wander veiled memories of yore
Each passing cloud subtly brings to fore
Recalling regrets, where laments agonize,
Thinking of you, searching forsaken skies,
Muting spent emotions of anguished...

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20 lines, 10 syllables in each line

Playful is the seed nurtured in freedom
Brave is the fresh bud learning to explore
Wise is the flower blooming exotic
Perfectly...

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accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously. 
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities. 
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields...

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YES !


Written in my palms
Within the plasma tempest of my cellular flow
Courses in the pulmonary oxygen
The direction linear fate
Souls writing indicates
Always through pass of time
Reverberates
My...

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it glistens …
can you see?
do you see that little drop -
the tiny streak that
writes your name upon my visage -
that etches it’s damp and
dour reality...

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The road

It stretches out before me, 
 the yellow center line 
 holding my attention.

It tells me that humankind has tried 
 and made its...

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Edgy, I occupy myself with a book pretending
the storm will veer away. But the rumbles get louder
and the first blitz of lightning etches the black...

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The splayed light of an obliging red sunset
lays upon the darkening meadow
of windswept grass
Slow-moving fingers in a visible dance 
wrap in quiet space
when moonlight silhouettes...

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Winding, shadowy etches
come whispering at my window
Night whispers, the whimper
of the wind
Blow blue - wailing as you go
Crawl inside an empty paper bag
and play me...

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The designer time created a landscape for me,
carving deep ravines, lofty hills, desert dunes
that I had crossed in the ordained journey long
under the shimmer of...

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