Best Foretells Poems

Ancient Shadows Awaken into God’s Light

Underneath the deep seabed the stirring sands of time have passed on.
Ancient shadows continue to haunt all of us from...

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The hint of autumn leaves in breeze
As northern states begin to chill,
When August morning frost in trees
Drapes canopies o’er sylvan hill.

As summer waltzes her last...

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"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly...

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It is the night, in deepest dark, that death foretells
the demon heart in which all lonely feeling dwells.

Yet, in plain sight, our eyes can’t see...

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The Cronus prowls the darkened glade,
in pitch black robe of sackcloth made.
He foretells of eternal night,
and seeks to wield death's heinous blade.

From shadow he haunts...

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Cold is the night and dark and long
though with the gloom bleak humour comes 
we'll make it through, our love is strong

North wind howls under...

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There is a place I long to be….
A fervent wish......I often see
Where I can close the book, take a breath
Close my eyes….and remember……...............me....
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I. The Love of Minds

The volume on the desk,
The one not claimed by dust or burned
By light, will follow her to bed tonight.
Its pages will...

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Before iron winter commands the land
The brown ground sparks a bittersweet blaze
Bonfire breezes cross in smoky strands
Where nut stashing squirrels pause to gaze
On museums of...

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Love Story	

Oh, how I remember days full of ardent cheer
Enamored in prospects of romance so sincere!
Believing love so precious would never end
Floating on emotions that...

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Hypnotized by moonlit tides, so soft yet deep,
he speaks to me. A twilight gaze casts its fateful spell.
Every word surrendered to his fantasy, I keep
to...

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As I sit here and wait
My mind slowly does churn
Memories of you around and around

The sound of your soothing voice
The smell of your infatuating scent
The...

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The poem with no name.


There is a black raven at my tail, as I walk down the street;
It foretells me my tale will no longer...

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The Tempest


That misty shadow on the shore, 
     with crimson sunset gone from view, 
      ...

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