Best Far Poems

You say, I’m too far, 
towards the far side?
It’s a hazard of my left-handedness,
that I see the logic in abstraction.
Worlds lay within worlds
and colors bleed personality;
Oh, it may be distasteful
in the world of mathematics
to give a square five sides;
not in my world, 
it’s a box...

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Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist, essayist, novelist
Alma mater	University College, Oxford (no degree)
Literary movement	Romanticism
Spouse	Harriet Westbrook
(m. 1811; died 1816)
Mary Shelley
(m. 1816)
Signature	
Percy Bysshe Shelley (/b??/  
BISH; 4...

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How sad when things are too far gone -
when pleasures once you knew
are things no more to smile upon.
This plight for some is all too true.

Some souls are captive to their vice.
How sad when things are too far gone
and simple comforts don’t suffice.
To evil some...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and again -
to breathe deep that fragrance
rich with pheromone nostalgia
just like...

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Moon in distant sky,
Lights waves, rushing to the shore!
Carrying God's Love!...

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I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE

Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you?

Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing
behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies,
its shadowy light floods the shivering sea,
I, standing still amidst the tickling water,

my teary eyes softly wander upon...

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There comes without a warning,
one in hooded mantle grey,
with silent footfall treading. . . 
treading nightfall into day.
An eerie mist - mysterious -
he haunts the valley floor.
He surges on through deep of night
and rolls along the shore.

And through the forest - 
pressing on -
he wraps...

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How can i behold your face again
when my eyes are ladden with tears?
How shall i hear the rushing wind of your voice
when my ears are deafened 
by the silence within?

How shall i ever fondle your face  again,
when my arms are withered by solitude?

At dawn...

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I dream of the old house, five thousand miles
away, across the sea, high on the hill,
the garden where the rhododendrons shade
the black and white tiled steps up to the door.

I enter, walk from room to room, and see
my mother on the balcony; she sits
beneath the...

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I wonder often what you think, or if you think at all,
of the time we shared together as the summer turned to fall.
I dream of your adventures, while I watch the passing day,
in a room of empty chairs, in a tower far away.

I wonder often...

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When night’s candles
 wax in the breeze,
a glow draws near while loved ones are far...
I would scan places dimensions away 
For in reveries
they bask among the skies.

So warm with wonder, bright with charm
Could I but fix them 
beneath moon’s hues, 
Who do not let affections...

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Ain't it wild the things that have passed?
The things we thought would change,
the things we thought weren't gonna last?

(remember picnics on the park grass?
that was awesome)

Movies with friends, weddings on the sand,
rock and roll concerts on demand

(we are all furious to high heaven, surely,
but we...

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Angel That Has Flown Far Away

Angel that has flown far away
dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray
for her and yet another kiss
she the Love, her Touch, I so Miss.

This day, heart sees her smile again
my beloved, my dearest friend
I yield to these new falling tears
thankful...

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Don't miss me for I'm never very far,
glimpsing your days from a secret star.
I'm among flowers that grow by your side,
resting on rainbows when hoping to hide.

As stars sparkle in the misty moonlight,
should a lone one capture a naive night,
or, if the summer breeze ruffles...

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