Best Fading Poems

 When love blossoms, in full bloom, the rose of bright 
scarlet dances with sculptured petalled passion
 as alluring fragrance enchants to ignite
senses and heart aplenty with no ration.
When love wilts dripping blood red petals that fall 
and piercing thorns linger with deaths silent call...

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Alone

For in the end it's just one soul that's passed.
Alone I'll lie in sod of greenest grass
to answer for the sins that I've amassed
at gates of gold I'll see if I may pass.
In to this world I entered all alone
in cold and dark and dank...

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Youth

When orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow
to hold emotions locked in deep repose
in young desire and love warm thoughts will show.
Affection holds its ardor as it grows
to burn inside young hearts in evening tide.
In darkest night the heat will burn and rise
till naked, love's sweet...

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Their candles burnt brightly long ago
Providing for us and watching us grow
But the years passed by and took their toll
And left behind gaps in our soul.

When we were young they were always there
And that they'd be there forever how wrong we were
Old age comes make...

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"Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more, in the leafless root there is no less" - Ralph Waldo Emerson


I'm a sunflower, 
dipped in honey of 
bittersweet bronze smiles, 
admiring its soulmate 
strolling around the sun,...

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Fading porch light lures with pale glow
a circling moth, dull-beige and bare.
As starlight ties vast sky in bows, 
I shy away from ruthless glare. 

Night holds secrets I’ll never know  
of bold ventures and starry-eyes 
of love; cast alone in shadows,
I cry. The fading...

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               I watch the sun's smile gleam on the petal
               as it drifts beneath the Dogwood tree

...

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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 leaf
whose precious moment shines too swift?
Or, will it, fading, simply crush
this brittle lace from autumn’s gift
beneath the pile of burial...

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I feel like I am fading away to nothing,
blending into an ordinary crowd,
where no one even notices me anymore.
Like an April snowflake, freely falling, landing on warm cement.
And, fading away with a short existence.

Or, an August raindrop in a passing storm,
dripping onto dry, weathered porch...

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Upon Misty Morning's Fast Fading Glow

Upon misty morning's fast fading glow, 
dance fairies on glittering silver wings. 
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow 
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.

Above their heads the rising sun awaits, 
its morning sun's time for shining anew. 
If fairies...

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Quite overlooked...
Such lovely things

So fragile and quickly fading, they are...
Into precious forgotten memory

A candle flame, 
           extinguished by a breeze
A petal 
           as it flows...

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Fading

you lose my secrets
one by one they skip
or stumble
broken thoughts

your fingers float
around my face
as if touch
restores remembrance

words lose you
names slide through
mazes, slip into dark
desperation

I lose you with sharp
edges of knives
that cut ties as if
they have always been loose

I write you into words
to fasten you
we need...

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Fading photographs are strewn across alabaster tabletops,  
drenched in moonlight streaming through rustling curtains.  
Snow owls call out to each other through the whistling wind,  
as flakes of snow dust 
frostbit grass outside crystallized windows.  
A roaring fireplace crackles in the...

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My soul 
    is in purgatory,
settling in fading tunes
  of suppressed silence,
swerving perpetually 
amongst
   smoky quartz silhouettes;
swiveling through 
the 
 dimmed dungeon 
to unraveling shadows
of yesterday’s destruction,
 moving in s l o w motion~
rejoicing invisible 
  rainbow glows
in...

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 I’m tracing memories in fading photographs,  
    oblivious to the storms that sepia frames clasp,  
questioning pixelated sparks, will ink ever release~ 
a timeless sunrise that no rain can erase?  
    Or am I just...

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