Best Eternal Rest Poems

When a heaven cracks and stars go to sleep 
  Morning so incredibly quiet - 
  A peaceful morning - the sun's rays...

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She sat beside the waterfall
where gushing thoughts cascade,
like tears that flowed along her cheeks,
her heart set to invade.

He left alone for pastures new.
A scribbled note...

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Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my...

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FICTIONAL EMOTIVE WRITE

Since I was a tiny baby I was brought up by my grandparents and had a very happy childhood. I knew that they...

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When You're Gone

My darling precious Mamacita
before you go,
before your last breath is drawn,
I just want you to know
how much I love you so.

Please forgive everything...

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From the time I wake,
till the time I rest,
I think about you,
and what's best.
Do you like me,
do you trust me,
do you want to be with...

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Belief

in a Heaven

after death on this earth?

Is it true or a fairy tale?

Is death just an eternal rest of wait,

for God's final trumpet call, when

all...

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The road split two ways
  The traveler stood and stewed
He was holding up traffic
  Though he sought not to be rude

One sign said,...

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Darkest of Confessions


Voices in my head
Dancing abreast with the abstract
Shattered glasses and shattered dreams
History repeats many a lovers’ defeat

I demand a duel
With my heart
I welcome...

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Smoke comes off the chimney tops
Trails behind the breeze as the rain drops
Hurdles under the clouds to seek shelter
Disappears in the vapor of a darkest...

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As I was on an errand today
I had nothing on my mind
Until I saw the carcass of an unfortunate deer
And noticed the scavengers quite near

I...

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June Second at the beach we played scrabble
He protested the use of “ode”
I told him of the “Ode to Billy Joe”

With friends we laughed the...

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A child
No more than 12 years old
Sees images of women
Thin
Beautiful
Rich
Wanted
She looks in the mirror
She doesn't see the image
Her body doesn't fit the mold
Movies, TV and...

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I 'spose there are many religious tenets open to interpretation.
Old John Calvin proposed another upon receiving inspiration,
When he propounded the ticklish matter of predestination,
Thereby, causing...

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How firmly they stand,
the spires of history
that no one can destroy.
What a curious melange
of hate and love
and yesterday's antipathy.
Indifferent they are,
leaving us their basic legacy--...

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