Best Gold Poems

     ~Poetesses and Poets, Divine~

All over this great planet we live,
Penning our thoughts, and love to give!

With our hearts, as lanterns so bright, 
Writing with hearts into this summer night.

Pen thee, then, of nature’s fine beauty.
Quietly, we are world Muses on...

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In
your 
absence
I float in
psychedelic ink
to design a labyrinth with 
rainbow roses drenched in turquoise tears and metaphors.
But, if stars were gold, and I am love, you'll be the poetic garden that feeds my soul.
Maybe, someday, I'll be more than just a faltering feather~will you then,...

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To glide with inspiration above quilted clouds
 Where birds so often soar
 Glimpse a sunset hued in gold
 With many colors to adore 
 
 To grasp  the muse that swing from creative vines
 And sway from abstract thoughts
 Upon the page release the...

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The beauty of life, which is often unseen
I guess each of us has some sort dream

Intertwined with our ambitions and hope
Sometimes it seems so impossible to cope

Some days are blessed others are cursed 
Life; unlike a play, we don’t get to rehearse

With diligent effort we...

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I remember as a young boy, going out to play, I would sometimes see old Mr. Kimball, sitting on the steps of his porch, often reading the paper. World War II was in full swing so the newspapers and radios were avidly sought out for...

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“We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold.” - from Sting’s Fields of Gold

One day in a museum, my mind on an old flame,
I found myself mysteriously being led
to a field of gold depicted within a gilded frame.
In...

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Friends who are so far apart
find it difficult to help when the
sweetest, gentlest people are in need.

How we of open hearts wish we were near:
to hug, and smile and tell our Catie-Did we care.

How we too are quite alone and wish 
she’d write to us....

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One winter’s day we walked in snow
as twilight kissed the sky.
And though it was so long ago
I still try not to cry.
I think about the way that you looked;
that image of you I hold 
inside my mind until this day -
Those brown eyes flecked with...

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Flowers In Your Hair, Gold Dust On Your Trailing Gown
 ( Robert Lindley and Nicola Byrne )

Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown
You my true sky angel, had floated right on down.
Golden sandals on your feet, toenails glowing white
All eternity shan’t see...

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The poet’s world I’d read
about in English class
has faded, and alas!
It’s very nearly dead.
Its golden notes have fled
Like blooms from winter’s grass.

I’m in a modern time
where poets’ lines run free.
Although there’s imagery,
there’s little use for rhyme,
and what was once sublime
is now shunned poetry.

I long for...

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In the maze of concrete and glass,
where tall buildings reach the sky,
rivers of money flow,
but only to the chosen few.

Below, a shadowy city exists,
filled with hard work and grime,
where dreams are just whispers,
lost in the cracks of old streets.

The rich, wrapped in fine clothes,
dance to...

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Who can resist the strangulating grip of time?
That which exists today may not be there tomorrow
Like shooting stars which vanish in the flicker of an eye
Life comes and goes quicker than a darting arrow

The only constant in life is its inconstancy
With time, even our existence...

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The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
summer is just a memory now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
our summer days came to an end.

We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
How I will miss you no one knows.
On eagle wings you split the skies;
your spirit soared....

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Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a value of two-heart measure.

Your concern cushions my every footstep.
You never lean - I freely walk, talk, dance -
Knowing you would...

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Gold Fever 

History will not record the bloated weight
Of this pious and bigoted race 
Or count the fat and flaccid wealth
Of religions idolatry

Those pages have been scrubbed clean
By prosperous forgivingness 
And the cruelty of established political dominion
Will not tally the bodies of the oppressed

To them,...

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