Best Featherless Poems

“People of the world don’t look at themselves, and so they blame one another.”
- Rumi


He struggles to forget
that little boy anticipating his hero's return.
Staring out...

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Reverence heard, a compassionate sound of solemn word,
Resounds mercy of utmost goodwill, aura-divine spurred,
Performing deeds of beneficence, defying malevolence; 
An epistle of angels on earth...

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you’re nameless and faceless
some shun you, claiming your existence is baseless 

you’ve been with me right from the start,
always together, never apart

you’ve spoken to me...

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How did you become featherless
Angels are always blessed and do bless
Standing too close to the fire
Devil got me in a crossfire
Make sure you always tell...

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I have told this story, a long time ago in a different way.
Because its true I would like to tell it again today.
It’s a new...

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"At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said...

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When life parades a fine line 
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.

In my dreams 
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded...

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To shivering seas 
   mirroring cracked crystals,
I am searching for a righteous rhyme,
to orchestrate eclipsed realms 
with blue orchids 
   ...

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My voice was mute like featherless songbirds,
without vocal chords to sing doting tunes.
Sleeping spirit yearned for amorous words,
composing twin flames to ignite from fumes.

Glance of...

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I have from the earth grown pumpkins
Pregnant with a golden lust for words
And scattered seeds white as stars
Across the long green of desire. Birds
Have left...

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A new wind blows I can but see
A hidden depth to agony
A coming drought of faith again
O Lord, let me not seek in vain

To know...

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Sometimes more is less – 
like, overworking a painting,
blurring the eye-feast with an
excess of dabs and strokes, a 
mix reminding me of too deeply 
breathed...

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in the depths of my mind
i still see you there

you aged with grace
like the flight of swan
on the horizon
of amethyst skies
as they blend crimson
beneath the...

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"Mother, 
             You are my heartbeat 
      ...

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Does the caterpillar understand
  it will become a butterfly so grand
Does the tiny ugly duckling realize
  it will be a gorgeous swan, life-size

Does...

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