Best Exhalations Poems

I witness you fading away,
The winds blow frantically
They are against us, as all are

Little fire, rise in my cupped hands
Be it my life I shield from the elements so unfeeling?

Little fire, brighten as I feed you
This moisture receding from my pores must cease
Before I drown...

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I am a captive in your sensitive and sensuous heart,
a palace of poetic and fragrant seductions
that slips veils of sexy silken secrets along my spirit's skin
and I desperately follow your sweating soul into the wilderness
that surrounds your fertile femininity, 
we kiss in moments of heightened...

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Anger flies with swift wings
As tedious pleas for more time reverberate through his mind
He is the servant of Time- yet takes the blame
When her clawed hand unwinds the clock
He, the sovereign of the dark, the one and only truth!
Is at the front of the onslaught...

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After we met
I thought we really had something,
Really hit it off.
It wasn’t the words we spoke,
The easy fluorescent trail they made.
Maybe it was the Japanese lantern
Glowing over your bare shoulder
Or the smile you threw
To the side- 
To someone.
Or maybe it was the cool damp air,
Slight...

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Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed

I am no good...                             ...

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Acquiesced amongst gypsy stardust,
      dance of aroused blissfulness 
 knees went weak mid a zealously flirtatious
   sunset, as skies intensity was enraptured
      mid fierce moonbeam's caressing zeal, 
fulfilling a wickedly wild aching surrender
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A pond quivers in demure gusts,
cygnets of morning light undulate 
with lithe ripples.  Winter thaws,
the sun arcs over feathered rainbows 
as ice sculptures bevy like water lilies
on April's frigid cobalt.

In abrupt squall webbed feet prance 
on a mirror, capturing saffron exhalations 
of rapt poppies,...

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As the second hand ticks away my breaths
a half-clad moon catches my eye.
Was a time when I might've seen
the ghost of half-eaten melon,
but I'm older now, my thoughts less spry.
Dark fear's hobgoblins
were long since relegated
to memory's chuckle drawer;
open windows to warm nights ease my mind.

I...

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Dare one impose upon the primitive soul,
Revolving around solitude—a savant hold warmer than the sun
Entranced by every ideal—loving many and no one
Would they hesitate to break the sensational sway…
As petals of tiger lilies fall upon its sunset eyes
Tremulous sighs and exhalations—dedicated to wisdom
Looking to the...

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I went down by the river 
just the other day 
I sat on my favorite granite 
as I gently caressed a kyanite 
I listened to white rushers 
splash against steel grey rocks 
I graciously engulfed the refreshing 
mist from below 

Now,

Deep,

Deep inhalations 

Then restorative exhalations...

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Because love yearns and in its yearning
searches each sunrise and sunset
to find another, to join in timeless beauty
to find a warmer glow... gleaned from a lonely heart
when a pause comes,  from a welcoming smile
and emotions express exhalations
from every pulsating passion that love pursues
with its...

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As the crimson sun crawls to my farthest horizon
and soft dew spills from the shadows
under the curled rose petals of my years
     I remember you
the joyous times of exhalations
that shone bright like a sun's ray
which split the dark hanging cloud of...

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An Ice Fishing House, Abandoned, in Need of Repair

That same shed waits
by the trees.
Waits on its skids
for the lake to freeze,
and the for the creaking 
joints of bickering 
stoop-shouldered men
as they push it out to the center
of a pool of glass.
It houses the stories of...

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Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
 Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
 Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, 
Dims the cave of mirrors. 
Ghost fingers
 Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
 Of marooned mariners, captives 
Of Circe's sultry notes.
 The barman
 Dispenses igneous potions ? 
Somnabulist, the...

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I CAN’T BREATHE

I am being suffocated by causes.
Will we march Quixote-like
enraged by the spinning of the windmills?
We protest the wars carrying placards
while expecting others to carry arms,
praise God and worship Jesus while
condemning all others to eternal damnation.
How many would offer to abort – an abortion...

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