Best Expressed Poems

I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your...

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Like delicate white swans were they,
the white swans of a grand ballet -
ballerinas waiting in a row
underneath the candlelight’s soft glow.

But what are ballerinas with...

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She Touched The Water

My muse
touched the waters
of a spring fed river
She had a special gift to deliver
Releasing the inspiration 
from deep within her
She said “...

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A poet enters a private sanctuary,
A sacred place where the imagination
Dwells with a mélange of emotions
Conceived by aesthetic beauty,
Often divine and esoteric in nature;
That comprehensive...

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it began so innocently
we exchanged ideas on poetry
his art, the suffering he endured
he preyed upon my compassion
as he meticulously bided his time...

i felt safe as...

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Jesus gives me directions
To love as He has loved
With a sincere compassion
That knows no conditions

This love of His has no limits
It goes beyond worry and...

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The words that I write
flow from a deep place
The lines I express
mirror the lines on my face

Some lines are joyful
other lines took their toll
Yes the...

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...to the finessed fowl
humming by my ear      tell me
Did anyone ever tell you
just how glad they are
to have you here?

Poignant...

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Childhood is a ship,
preparing to set sail,
but not all harbors are kind

the ocean a mysterious enigma.

Not all inflictions are visible,
some bruises remain invisible.
Not all trauma...

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If I  had a pretentious brain
which acts faster than my heart
Maybe then,I would abhore this soul
which spreads freely through each verse
Maybe then I would...

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like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why...

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A lover 
dies a millions times,
cursing the silence 
of his tongue.

A poet 
bleeds a million times,
until his heart has expressed
what matters the most.

When there is...

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We used to ride our bikes,
the ones without brakes,
along rusty tracks,
trying to keep up with trains

but like life,
they moved too fast,
we always got left behind.

Even...

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Since I've resolved to laugh at life-
   find humor in its flaws,
      and realize that stress and strife
are...

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Destiny quivers,
like the lips of young lovers awaiting their first kiss.
As I quivered before our first … although just your hand.
It was filled with the...

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