Best Finishing Touch Poems

With a stroke of the brush,
A dab of paint,
A portrait, I drew.
Blew into it the breath of life,
Lo! There it stays my Masterpiece


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Roses and Sunbeams


Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart;
For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch.
She was glorious and...

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I've always loved Aspen's leaves of gold
Even though winter's what they foretold.
And maples' gold among the crisp red,
once fallen make the lovliest bed.

The green was...

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A seed sprouted at the foot of the Cross, and was 
watered by the Blood of Jesus.  
Thorns had fallen from the brow of...

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Life Is Like A Maypole.
In our spring, we are born; 
our dance begins as inter-woven events 
and experiences build our future.

Blood-red trauma,
wraps itself around our...

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Some thing tells me that you lie
I feel the lie when you tell me 
That you love me and miss me
Do you really feel my...

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Bought an old cottage
In the country side
Needs some renovation
Have to modernize
On a plot of land all on its own
Wanna make this house a home
 
...

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A seed sprouted at the foot of the Cross, and was 
watered by the Blood of Jesus.  
Thorns had fallen from the brow of...

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All alone and wanting a bite to eat,
she made herself a special treat,
but needed the finishing touch,
and that was to add a pickle...
all the while...

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Driving up to the restroom stop for a break,
I slowly got out stretching my achey legs,
this was one long drive during the holidays,
driving up north...

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Blue purple bubbles and flames rising every where
The radiant orange yellow brightens the whole background
Intense motions that chases the blue purple bubbles away
The magenta, maroon,...

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I’ll Be Ready in Five Minutes, Dear

By Elton Camp

Joe threw on his clothes and ready to go
Sue wasn’t nearly as efficient, though

With a closet filled...

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The tangerine sun has set in the western skies
revealing to existence her maternal intuition.
The eventide ascends before earth’s worn eyes
leaving a silhouette of an artisan’s...

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My ultimate stroke feather in cap 
Is a grand slam, hole in one, rap
With home run icing, on the cake
Putting finishing touch, on keepsake
A perfected...

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The mirror greets you
a morning view 
of your present canvas to paint upon…
knowing the past night won’t prevent dawn 
as you exist a pawn
of fantasy,...

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