Best Furling Poems

Shades of leaves wavering from mauve to ember
colour my lavender spirits in days of November.
When lustrous autumn blankets silently reap,
my glorious desires in ecstasy drench me deep.

A corridor of withering dandelions in dreams
simmers soothing secrets in glistening beams.
Every year I wait for soothing serenade of...

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Autumn arrives and trees are brown
Up comes the wind, leaves tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
Upon the ground they formed a tapestry of colors
Merrily furling and swirling as the wind comes puffing by
No seasons has such beauty as this autumnal face. 

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Walking along the lake under the trees brown
Up comes the wind, the leaves tumbling down
Furling and swirling as the wind comes puffing
When Falling down make not the slightest sound
Forming tapestry of scarlet, yellow, russet and brown
I have never ever seen such beauty in any season
Where...

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otra vez,otra vez`

I do, say and say again
I am the rock star of the ring
I risk my life again and again for fame,
Some might think of my passion 
As just being poetic and practical
Or simply culture or unethical
However, nevertheless not when my life is on...

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strife riven island corner, rough hewn by rival visitation
  vexed, looking in, looking out, on the edge of places to go
  thrang in thrall of other realms, banners furling, batons flung
  across seaways, shores and seamless land continuing
  beyond the borders...

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As a young man, I cast off my line 
And sailed into life's sea 
My destination was unknown 
Just happy to be free 

I oft sailed troubled waters 
Furling sails til the time when 
I'd ridden out the turbulence 
And my seas were calm again...

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DAUGHTERS

Opposites presented by Goddess
in talons of Eagle
         on wings of Dove
Equally loved

A torrent from a fierce black cloud
  yang frothing waves in a storm
         beating seaweed rocks
claiming it...

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I am filled with awe 
Everytime I look at you
A wondrous kiss of view
That comforts and cradles
All we see and feel
To breathe in and keep
A frame that moves
Holding life infinite
After burning the night
The day does not 
Return in vain
The sun beams pulling
At my heart strings
The...

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First comes winter. The hardest to survive.
Cold and barren; the frost eats you alive.
Branches of hope bare; leaves of love decayed,
Around your heart and soul, you’ve built a barricade.

Next is the spring; winter gone at last.
The time for new life, no longer bound to your...

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Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap,
Brown bland blisters of trampled grey soil in bay,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.

Withered warm whispers in wet pastures seep,
Midway merging November winds to Winter neigh,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap.

Thousand tattered treasures revive slumber deep,
Calm...

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MY FIRST PATRIOTIC


SOLDIER


Thoughts drift towards another world
Mind starts thinking in different fold

Lets you down with no hope for
When loved ones leave alone for war

Moments spent were really happier
Day they left eyes were full of tears

Dark night waiting to sight 
Joining the group in the loop
They...

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Flying
My feathers would flutter in the wind, past the angels and the moon
The wings would lift me off this place called Earth. 
I would drift high into the sky... 
I want glide high above the highest buildings. 

I'd be beautiful. 
I'd be a miracle. 
My...

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If only you knew the width of his love,
The breadth of his love, and you simply knew how…
How he sighs, and how his dark clouds of sighs 
Explode; and how flood does his head-high rise; 

If you knew, how his tongue, by furling its wings,
Snorts,...

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A shimmer of scales moves iridescently
in porch light, flying over nicked knuckles,
falling to grass milky white.

Detached, a rod jerked to deep water,
we follow the blade blooming belly to vent--
fingers pluck viscera like harp strings, cut
deeply into spine, searching for blood pockets.

I, father's sissy, prepare pliers...

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Well a hundred and forty six degrees of drip droop is a plant no longer upright. So uptight were the non furling leaves and stem. Plasma dormant. Formation formatted form fakes. And now begins the tidally adjusted bud. Loosely forever alone. With capacity of a...

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