Best Gates Poems

I still remember 
how you were
there in the dark,
holding my 
bleeding heart.
Whilst I wandered,
sleepless under
soundless spheres.

Now I search
for your starlit
symphony
that echoes,
as idyllic octaves,
from the last...

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The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention,
He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter,
The roses were just like family and...

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"At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said...

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Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of...

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Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead

Eyes sadly deprived...

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So young, I was, and so naive
There was no doubt, I did believe
this babe who's latched inside my womb
with ties we had,... would always be

Latched...

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in the uncoloured tint of another everyday
amongst the spit polished waxed apples
tightly packed in burlap bags
they walked like minded
in their own burly wrap
oblivious to the...

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The weathered years pass with silent restraint
Leave an impression of time standing still
I have counted sunsets without complaint
Life washes over me testing my will
I've crossed...

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Those gold ornate gates opened wide, 
and on wings she flew up above;
to join in heaven her true love.

And we who loved her on...

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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n...

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Within her frail shell, death abides
through the final hours, I remain by her side
fearing a forsaken place of webs that lie in rows
of haggard fields...

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To be loved
is to be a wildflower
blooming in springtime. 
How wondrous to be much desired
by all the honeybees in the meadow. 
There's no greater wealth...

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For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                ...

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When looking for a quack with spiked rates
Some try the Windowed Office of Bill Gates
Coz right on the spot
He’ll give you a shot
But be prepared...

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"Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood." 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

In this performance we call life,
my spirit searches for an...

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