Best Facet Poems

...Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self, 
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poe......

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...(In a Lush Garden Somewhere Out There)

The student stands where shifting sands of thought
Once firm with reason 
now elusive truths are sought.
Its splendor wanes 
a threadbare fading s......

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...As every drop hath magic of its own,
And yet within a river finds its whole,
So are our lives of merit all alone,
And yet a facet in a greater soul.
Or as a shard of light that shines in spring,
......

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...I stood still on the top of the mountain
Gazing at the nature's colourful fountain
Wondering what's behind this amazing rainbow
I ventured curiously on to every high and low 

The Violet proudly......

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...A Burst Of Orange
By Lauren Hardman 

For me,
Orange
Bright and new 
Symbolizes warmth 
Acceptance 
And strength.

Orange blends well 
With fuchsia pink.
The two colors 
Match up nicely
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...Eternal Breath


Hardly could I see you through my watery eyes
Holding you in my arms never to let you go
As your existence dribbled to the ground
There was no light, no air and no sound
What ......

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...“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay 
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continue......

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Diversity shines its light upon wisdom; it’s a sage sharing both world and eternity’s knowledge.  While cultures are facet of this diamond sage; each other displays knowledge; old and ne......

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...
If I were a statue
made of glass from the sea 
Would you gaze upon the shards
to see my inner beauty

I would stand up tall, gaze longingly
At the sun on your face, 
bright as stars ......

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...This cup is for you
for bluffing yourself 
and for thinking you know me,
here’s to you for pretending to care 
and make me believe that you do,
here’s to you for 
being the puppet-master
in th......

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...The rim of my Erembe in hand,
her quiet pace remains.

Today the Angolan sky spills liquid of my breast,
while her breath smothers the blank sounds
of the tired plains
(Colors of snowbird’s cre......

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...From the everyday hubbub I have often fled
to share the stillness enjoyed by the dead.
Over chimes that mark the quarter and the hour
noisy Crows play hide and seek around the tower.
Cross beneat......

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...It seems, in truth, that I'm such a glutton,
          For a pulsing, lighted or sliding button.

Christmas, for me? An arriving shipment,
          Boxes packed full with musical equipment!
......

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...There on the threshold of the dawn
when lights of night of had been outdone.
His chariot was slowly drawn
before the Mistress of the Sun.

Her sable breath was caught by day
locked in his snare......

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...Carve the face of the sleeping moon in a 
Pebble of bone and set it in silver,
Adorn another finger.
I see his soft, peaking profile when my
Hand lies where you should be.
An inward smile unfolds ins......

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