Best Filters Poems

Our soul's luminous light filters the depth of darkness
shining like a woven thread into the stillness of time
It was there where we met, in a...

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This gypsy soul is on the road
It leaves castles far behind
It abandons ghostly mist
which sabotages the caravan of life
It passes along the mountainside
 by golden...

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 This gypsy soul is on the road

It leaves castles far behind

It abandons ghostly mist

which sabotages the caravan of life

It passes along the mountainside

by golden...

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 Hey you
Don't let hate dominate.
Let love sate - animate

With the pain in your heart.
Set it free from the start.
Let it go, let it part.
An...

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Lights dimmed in a cool marbled hall
a solitary candle flickers
soft chamber music echoes 
and my thoughts turn to You
down on my knees 
memories come as...

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There is an english garden that I visit in a dream,
where trees are full of blossoms and the atmosphere serene. 
A canopy of branches lightly...

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Clair de Lune filters 
with wings
through graceful waves of air
in every raindrop ping
creating our symphony

      spin me a room
 ...

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Old Mountain tales of love spin 'neath dawn's blush,
Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls, drawing me nigh.
Ah! Her laughter, a honeybee’s dance in summer’s rush,
Ignites my...

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"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

              ...

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If I ruled the whole wide world there's so much that I would change
I wouldn't be Mr Popular and they'd think me somewhat strange
First thing...

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When the silky light teases, slowly filters
         through the land of drowsiness, gently rippling
   ...

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this is the hour resting on the basin
of a sacred chalice awakened by crowns of stars
peeping then, swelling blue yellow... 
while duskfall filters the shape...

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Dad had threatened for some time, to reclaim the land behind the shed,
where rubbish over many years, had stockpiled but now instead
of being easy to...

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My neck crooked backward,
I stand between the stacks
feeling the weight of centuries, 
the distilled wisdom of minds
who graced the earth with golden words,
words that pace...

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In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's dark, empty hut-
Condemned to...

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