Best Glooming Poems

How fast to wiles I fell my damask rose,
awake from slumber slept untold ages.
To gaze so deep in ocean eyes repose,
and print whispered prayer on...

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She sat on a small window bench 
Her head resting on her hand
Looking out into the dark glooming
As the silvery moon rose to shine 
On...

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I see the glistening water,
I see the glittering stars...
The darkest night of the decade,
We've not yet gone through the slaughter...

I want to sleep, but can't...

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Showering white light illuminates 
  Bright-Moon Bay;
   In the overlooking Moon-Inviting Pavilion,
 Li Bai had raised his twinkling, rich amber
Coloured wineglass
 ...

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A cool still morning
Down where songbirds sing
Close to swift creek's flowing
And dove's notes ring

A sun slowly rises
Casting cobalt blue on clouds
Against sky's horizon
A gentle morning...

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Light
                     Illumination, enlightenment 
 ...

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Die Rose,
die im Stillen mir schon blühte,
vertrocknet war sie schnell im Morgenlicht.
Und auch ihr Duft,
verging zu schnell, 
Wie kurz geträumter Traum,
der leicht  zerbricht.

Wo dürre...

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I must now learn how to laugh!
   Does it start with a smile?
          ...

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Not so long ago your heart was irreparably broken
You didn’t want to hear his name spoken
Your misery was so all-consuming -
And you were full of...

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White's fleeting beauty would never last,
She is now a ghost of the girl in the past
She talks with a voice that could shatter glass
She finds...

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A poem I wrote to my English teacher when she retired.


One amongst the multitude would gaze up in awe
And in his sight he would capture
A...

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Lurking, reaching, twirling your calling. 
Shaking, waving saw you smiling.
Look so happy, you look so strong.
Stand up tall, then sang a beautiful song.

The wind was...

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Tires hurt,

 leaning left
 far too long-

Rubbed raw…

A few feet away, fist-sized clouds of
Tiny Scarlet Trempeleau Butterflies paused-

Sipping nectar glistening like jewels from
Morning drops of...

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Spitefully sailing so cynical with sadness, 
Spiraling, shameful, infringement on madness, 
So high, but not perceived from flying,
Floating through white clouds of crying.

Poisonous preying presence...

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The glass temple stands at a frightening height
Beautiful crystal panes there was a breathtaking sight
Across the sacred meadows and through the glooming trees
There purched the...

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