Best Faun Poems

Wooden paths I seek forlorn,
I miss the smell where I was born.
The coolest air of blossoms bloom 
no longer wait for me to loom.
No canopy...

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Moon 
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been...

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The distant brass haystacks tune on shorn ground.
Vanilla fence posts chime in saffron sun.
Adjacent jonquils trumpet lemon sound
as amber goldenrod and china mums 
in stil...

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Golden moon's tears rain through shear silken mist,
when shadows grow long in evening breeze,
the flute of the faun through hushed trees
fills the night in baneful...

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Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical...

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The semblance of existence remains in the worth of our lives,
In the structure of what grows within;
Yet the good of all mankind is measured by...

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In shortness of breath 
he heaves thundering hooves
over gravel road and through thorny brush
In terrors madness he dashed
as elves lie in still and
fae giggled from...

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AFTERNOON ( two Cinquain)

Deep breath
Winter is done
Spring breath rustles the trees
And here I sit       all afternoon
Thinking   ...

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The Palace Guardiennes were the sultan’s delight,
resplendent in their tight uniforms
of scarlet and magenta silks,
embroidered with golden flowers,
with sterling silver scimitars in
ruby studded scabbards
hanging off...

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Faun over a sight.
Rip tide in the maple leaves
means peril is nigh....

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It was 15 billion years ago, a nothing but green paradise you could see, no matter where you walked. A beautiful landscape without a name,...

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"And if my private universe scans right, // So does the verse of galaxies divine ..." - from the poem "Pale Fire" by Vladimir Nabokov.

In...

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Do you remember growing up in a broken home
A neon past where depression roams
Where happiness is nothing more but whispers in the storm
and your sapphire...

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Dry leaves falling down 
valley lost in melancholy
nature smiles silently

Life crawls in the woods
pine tree waits for new costumes
flora-faun drowsy

chime of dry oak leaves
rustle of...

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Lord, how I love my sinner man, my Satyr.

My copper skin sinner man with the hard body of Zeus.

My teacher of debauchery.

My leader into a...

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