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...

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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...

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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...

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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;...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Waking in this glass-light prison where losses magnify;
painful tear-prisms shiver and shatter
the blue-bleak shriek of air on another

mausoleum morning of mourning.
Grief's sharp knife-edge slitted
the sapphire...

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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...

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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...

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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...

Read more of this work...