Best Frames Poems

And here I am this lonely, moonless night
                         All by myself in golden candlelight
The room is still, as I begin to...

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Colors of the sunset burst from behind the mountain range
Across the desert it looked like a fire blazing in the sky
I will never forget the miles traveled, to reach a sight like this
It still blazes in my memory after all these years
Sometimes, it’s that perfect...

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Stalling the hand of age in silver frames
Yesteryears crawling around the edges
As time, falling like November leaves
Across younger eyes, enthralling still
Photographs tell a lifetime's recalling.

11/02/21

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SEA OF FRAMES

Believe in difficult things,
stretched around a frame,
one thread at a time,
faithfully day by day.

Some seem monotonous
in naked tones of gray,
or simple flecks of blue.

In hope and faith,
in abiding love
we let the Master
craft us into His masterpiece.

If we’d dare open our eyes
we’d see the...

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Picture Frames a poem


Children in families,
Grandmothers, mothers, fathers and grandchildren alike.

Memories, keepsakes found in pictures in Picture Frames.

Look at our Esha(Ayesha) she was 8 in this picture and here she is 10 years old in this other framed picture and;
She was 26 years of age...

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Cleansing as the waves,
Flowing in the depths of mind.
Nature scenes bring peace....

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No pictures in the picture frames
They just hang lonely on the wall
There's no fire in the firplace
No footsteps in the hall
.
Don't know when it happened
Know it wasn't just yesterday
As we were growing older
Our love seemed to slip away!
.
When I would reach out for you
In hopes...

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Two wraiths in a gust in-between frames with a Third

...was it when i bumped into you last
           a little put out by the awkwardness
         something not willed...

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satin- framed pictures hang on glassy walls sketching lines of death’s face.




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what though there be a garden of flowers
the essense of the whole distilled to but a drop
the humble bee alights
frozen in time and purpose
sucking the nectar of its created heaven
in the now in the here 
gridlocked...

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Well, the creator crafted it to be dark brown like vanished pine
Some light brown and others painted with different tones for final touches
Shiny it looks, from a distance, when still new, you like it so much
But as soon as after installation, and the plastics are...

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Frames hold nature best.

A shafting of light sifts gray marsh and water--
turning past dim hills of hay
solemn in silence.

An essence of earthworms fill the air
as light seeps through a colander of clouds,
catching the ephemeral cattle in a vase of sun.

How gentle is the hand that...

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Frames of Unnamed Memory
David J Walker

Flicker
	Faster
Each frame of a memory 
Named or
	Unnamed 
But still remembered

Verisimilitude  
	Considered
Plausible
	Real

A semblance of pretense
The veneer 
of an alternate allegory  

I light a candle and pray
	Every Sunday
For the mercy of 
A deep 
      ...

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A supermarket carpark;
Sunday morning.
Flat amd empty as my breath.

A room tiled and bare,
a cell cool and angular,
all light hushed.

A circle of trees
Stand around me as a victim.
Head back I shout at the sky.

The Autobahn near Aschau.
Lights spot the midnight.
The few hidden from my touch.

Of course....

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Bare are these walls...
I now stand before,
that were once adorned with picture frames.

The brown boxes are loaded,
and these frames of which I speak wait within.

The door frame, the frame of the home,
the borders that surround my garden,
and the walkways I meander in the mornings,
frame my...

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