Best Grist Poems

The grist mill stands by the side of the lake
A bustling flour mill of yesteryear
An eerie place where many people died
If you go inside you...

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Hiking a dry creek bed, at the mountain's base
I happened on an old grist mill, a prisoner
of time, serving life in isolation.

A few rotten boards...

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the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank..
red fall leaves surreal............................by Sara Kendrick
 
vibrant blue sky glows stronger
shadowing my dim life's light.......................By Doris...

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“Sacred Lakes”



There is magic 
in your shaman bones
stories shaken like strange mojo 
busy under cover of autumn leaves 
turning burnished topaz gold 
idling unrushed roll...

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As a soul free falls into the celestial mist
 A distant star will dim its light
 Its luster vanishing into a black hole's grist,
 Yet...

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GOD MADE US ALL


He did not make you better than another!
But created you to honor one another.
Nearing my three years of poetry here, 
I found...

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Of the terrible and the wonderful, the lull then roaring sound,
The footprints of the heathen Gods stamped upon the ground,
The breath of Satan’s lungs and...

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...for Stacey Haislop


A lady at a window writing,
measuring her words with strict precision.
She takes a sip of tea
as if to fuel her imagination.
Memories go drifting...

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Written: January 06, 2024 
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Shimmering swaths
of cerulean sea
ionize comely light
purple-tinged sand
strewn with tattered shells
during...

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The Old Red Barn

The old red barn sits down by the river,
The tin roof glistens just like silver.
For many years it has been standing tall,
An...

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I am sick of excuses to avoid responsibility
and I am, today, sick with excuses to avoid responsibility
with "I'm just a mortal human. I make mistakes.
I...

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Sunrise found the farmers waiting 
 at the grits mill by the stream. 
 With the sound of grinding corn, 
 neighbors worked as a...

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no use dwelling on recent past
not much here really long lasts
rocks, planets, asteroids and stars
this existence briefly is ours
all soon becoming grist for change
eternity moves...

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Gone now are the wondrous minds of old,
whose era treasured learning over gold,
And humble were the thoughts and words of these,
who, trothed to truth, would...

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What CHOICE does one have at the crossroads of life
When winter sets in and SUMMER is done,
When the CANDLE does flicker with the roil and...

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