Best Gravels Poems

I surf through the crooning crests
of warm, blue waters,
breathing poetry and prose,
carved in topaz and turquoise,
for I am the goddess
of the bittersweet estuary,
crowned with foamy salt and sea glass,
intoxicated by inked
sapphires and solitude.
This quill longs for silence and serenity,
where the scarred streaks of sunsets
cannot burn...

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  O river of moon roses
                ferry me home....
I weep in quivering quiescence 
      like a weathered wild petal~ 
  healing and hurting
            in my p o e t i c...

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There are times when a man like me
Wants to cry like a child
But for the barren pits of tears and
Crumbling pebbles of bones
Wetting my eyes becomes no lesser task
Than kneading gravels to bake a bread

I've evolved from flesh to stone
A walking statue weathered by life
What...

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O' moment 
of mist-glazed melancholia ~
I'm shrinking in paper-cut smokes
of shrivelling sunsets, 
amidst the seizures of silence, there I surf ~ 
in swollen skulls of selfless swan-orchids, 
that once splattered pigments of poisoned pearls
upon navy-neon shrine of the sun, 
who traded my scars with an...

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Words are finite sometimes, for what you want to express

Dark Thoughts are infinite sometimes, when the wrong words are not suppressed

Wheels of life are driven by the actions thoughts and these words u say

A wrong move takes you on a journey unplanned in an unexpected...

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Beauty and the Beast
As her beauty glistens on the outside, her beast brutalizes and demeans her insides.
Belligerent engaged and in war with herself, hostile aggressiveness makes her beast comes out.
She desperately cries out, unable to discipline herself.
Her beast disassociates and separates her from forming any...

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the forgotten wood
 
                                       dead eyes of...

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Glowing candles flicker an imminent grief,
Undulant meadows sink then moments brief,
A recluse in silence deep, torment lies only if
Truth recoups when heavy gravels lift,
An answer wayward a curse or a gift.

Cowslips they unfold of features like Jen,
Savages abscond when clock strikes ten,
Perverse acts send hungry...

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Narrow was the path I walked
Filled with gravels and stones
The people it surrounded were all but illiterate
Gifted with all knowledges 
But lack the heart 

Thus I stand before you
Neither with pride nor ego
But a sabotaged brain pleading for the heart
For it has never felt love...

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I have a lust for learning
Sometimes when I try to savor a voyage 
Why the streets are always 
laid over with rough pebbles
and coal black dusts.
Yet I always desire to reach my destiny
And my bleeding feet
leaves behind the blesses from where I departed
graced with beautiful...

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Calabar, my birth place of adventure
The ebb of motherhood
There i originated
In your tropical forest was my image carved
Calabar, your beauty is taller than the palm trees
Your dogs barks in the gravels of my mouth
Your palm wine lubricate 
In the shadow of your women i soar
A...

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(I felt empty

But no more I sense the hole, 

A feeling of loneliness,

Had coaxed my heart,

To the beauty of hope.)



The greenness of my earth,

Was dwelling in the shadows,

Like the late winter's night,

My path to love was veiled,

By disbelief.



My insight was lost,

Looking for the answers in...

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Our life’s twists are at times too bad.
Bliss is not what we always have.
Tears do shed and make us broken,
Life is like this so we need to keep on moving.
 
My journey if full of gravels and holes on its way,
It’s like an agony in...

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I gaze out my glass doors,
engrossed in
the clamorous cadence
of screeching stillness,
emitting electric tones
of love etched in stones,
and fervent flares of fireflies,
stolen from the riverbed of memories,
where songs we played on repeat~
to the moon and stars
weeping in darkness~
reverberate like redolent refrains…

And in this s i l...

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I have pretty much all I want
A new dress or new pair of glasses?
I try it, buy it and I flaunt
Walking carelessly past the masses.

Am I happy? Care to ask?
Well that is just one silly question
Oftentimes I rhyme at work desk,
Although it is not worth...

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