Best Great Poems

I Know of Great Love

I know of great love...
the kind of passion that
surpasses ecstasy into
a world of oblivious bliss
soaring among the clouds
in the ethers of heaven
with a newness that
never grows old or faint.

I savor these golden
treasures within my heart,
within my mind that is
filled with memories...

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Wrinkles and gray hair
get me in a rage
and I say to myself,
“Why don't you act your age!"

My poor aching feet
remind me to wear sensible shoes
but these black stilettos
take away the blues.
.
I wear glasses to see 
but they're tinted green
and make me look 
cool and mean.

I...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.               
It is almost as if the drab 
Streets were strewn with the 
Precious wealth of King Solomon's 
Gold!  ...

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I Saw The Great And Mighty Wave


I saw the great and mighty wave
As it came,
The emerald glistening of its heart,
A chasing spasm under blue-lit sky
Dawn's glow gave a twinkling start
And in the mist doubt flew right on by!

I saw the great and mighty wave
As it...

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What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond

Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs
What dread had I of illness or passage of Father Time
when great beauty of verse sang so...

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I have been to places of great death:
walking the battlefield at Gettysburg,
as a lusty young man of no firm belief
who stepped between the great rocks
of Devil's Den and felt his soul shudder
as though he had been a soldier there,
and died in fear a long, long...

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Dancing with the sunbeams deep sea reflections 
so beautiful adoring on cloud nine sitting pretty 
upon golden sands shifting salt of the ocean turns 

Each wave a blessing in disguise 
standing regal one moment in time 
looking back captivating starlight was born 

Mirrors mist over...

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To wake each day, alive and whole!
Verily a gift for all to behold.


We assume, we will see another day?
Anything can happen, petition....pray.


Going to bed and not thanking the Lord?
You are here now and were spared Death’s sword.


It takes but a minute or two, to be...

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The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs raised by static.
The simple leans in to catch butterflies. One is cynical.
The other sensuous. One slaps your hand away.
One squeezes...

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God is great,
     God is good;
     Let us thank Him for being here;
     And remember, just remember it's Him whom died for us;
     Remember, oh, remember He embodied Jesus...

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Today is great, and the sun is shining within,
The storms have said adieu to my joyless soul.
My sad, heavy heart instantly starts to grin,
Today is great, and the sun is shining within.
As somber clouds left, I felt like I could win,
Seeking happiness is now the...

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I've deleted this acrostic from the competition for personal reasons. 
        SORRY, J. D.


G lorious was the morning I climbed the Scottish highland
R adiant warmth of Summer's sun shimmered over the trail
E mblazoned with clover, near a forested...

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(Honor Sent To Great Bard, Alexander Pushkin
Second Tribute Series, Fifth Poet)

(1.)
Poetry Gave Its Deep Rich Brilliance Unto Thee

Bard, what bright Light graced thy soft serenades
In late midnight hours, moonlight streaming down
Alas! With Time's fleeing flight, thy fame fades
Yet thy verse treasures gave thee world renown.

Bard,...

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Of The Life, The Great Loss, The Solemn Plea

Across the cold chasm of that great divide
were flung the salty tears I could not hide
and epic darkness of a weeping soul
aching sorrows that took a heavy toll
O'gasping voice- shall thy complaints be heard
by whispering wind or...

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between the plant pots and the trays
the cobwebs had seen better days
and for all the wood and damp and soil
the smell was one of paint and oil 
as flies and wasps lying in state
were curled up past their fly-by-date
and nails and screws and metal hooks
shared...

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