Best Filmy Poems

You have raided my night again,
as the burst of a sudden storm,
sneaking into my loneliness,
at the most unexpected hour,
plunging me into swirls of pain
too deep for expression,
leaving me in utter disorientation.

I now drift aimless with muddled thoughts,
through the dingy avenues of the past,
never once able...

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Once in a forest, a long time ago,
there dwelt a young maiden, bright, sweet and fair.
Flowers she wore in her long wavy hair,
and each day she’d vanish into gloaming’s glow.

Alana Dulcita was this young maid’s name,
a name that fell sweetly from everyone’s tongue.
The townspeople loved...

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You wonder why, my love
These memories flitter in the hallways of my mind
Knocking on the door
of every room
Where I’ve hung
Do not Disturb Signs
For I don’t want to remember you
My Paradise Lost and yet….

Oh, you wonder why, my love
I still rise to open the door
Why I...

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I feel a butterfly inside;
its wings are cramped within my breast.
The weight of flesh, o dull cocoon,
prohibits my free flight. At best
I only soar inside; my wings--
gossamer, light, remain untried.
I wait...I wait...until the day
the barred' cage is flung aside
and airy wings lift toward the skies.

I...

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When my child hastens to her pillow,
To close her eyes and dream;
She drifts away with stars to play,
Where magic paints the scene.

Mermaids with their tresses wild,
Dance beneath the sea;
And dolphins sing their vesper hymn,
Among the coral tree.

Faeries dance in filmy gowns,
In woodlands dark and deep;
With...

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November comes down gliding on filmy wings, 
Bringing cool and dank days on her way
Sweet it is to watch the spectacular changes she brings
In a medley of colors, plants and trees proudly stay 

Earth puts on a finery no other season can beat
In glinting flashes,...

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Our love is lofty and infinite as the sky
On love’s filmy wings we soar ever high
It has the might of a towering mountain
And the upward thrust of a sprightly fountain

Our love soars like swift birds in flight
With the boon of newer vistas in sight
It is...

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it is cold and the flowers are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and rain is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is fading 
and birds are flying away
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms shake the ocean...

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on my-
diaphanous    gossamer filmy cloud-
sumptuous I float woebegone

flowers   far   and below

and bluebirds come
fluttering in the azure sky
twittering and its
beautiful

gossamer filmy cloud-sumptuous

the gobbledygooks with their nonsense
far   and below
and bluebirds come drifting

from the garden and forest they fly
to
my...

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There is a mystic hint of endearment
In watching you through shadows ,
Like observing a diaphanous river
As it  meanders its way down the bend;
Past reeds and grasses on a foggy edge
To somewhere new  and therefore lightly seen.

The delicate, steady throb from your  glide
Moves...

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How fast time has fled in limitless wingspan
How months and years have merged into eons
Bringing such changes, so awesome and spectacular

I have come swinging open the iron gates
Of the Netherworld where I have been asleep
For over the last four centuries from now

From my prolonged slumber,...

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although weightless beyond skyline’s phases
visibly mirroring iridescent  dew--
there is something soft about the blue-yellow
of twilight, like a meditation of fragile
chorale from swallows wafting along thin 
outlines, minutes between dusk and sunrise…

low fire. warm joy. cozy beds.

and so, as moonglow wanes   vanishes
bequeathing its...

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it is cold and the flowers are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and rain is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is fading 
and birds are flying away
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms shake the ocean...

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Butterfly, gem of grace
Beauty's churned quintessence
Blend of rainbow colors
Bouncing on filmy wings
Blooms beckon their buddy
Brief, but blissful, its life!...

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A gauzy, filmy, azure sky, with glimpses of cerulean, and a bit of baby blue,
Is the perfect place for the celestial forms to hold a well-attended rendezvous
A sorcerer’s magic wand could have not created anything on earth more beautiful.
The breathtaking soul melding is sacred, as...

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