Best Ground Poems

I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)

Leaving under a blood moon
                in a jet plane rising
  los angeles falls behind me
and I...

You.
Two.

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When I see the moon, I think of you.
When the flowers bloom I think of you
but with the rain my teardrops fall.
If only I could have given my all.
I would have been the happiest dreamer
that ever dreamed a dream.

The sun would shine 
if only you...

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My feet are on solid ground,
for to the earth I am bound.
Though I hear river flowing
and see the full moon glowing -
a pie in star-studded sky -
I do not dream I may fly.
My feet are on solid ground.


July 7, 2021 for charles messina's Elemental Poetry...

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Pure White Cream, On Mother Nature's Welcoming Ground

Cream of winter's desserts, wide blankets- fallen snows,
balms for child sadness, beauty in splendor that shows.

Where resides better memories of Christmas past,
greater fun frolicking in the milk laden cold;
than that of heaven's ship dropping its white-cast mast
venturing forth,...

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My love, let us live this paradisal evening
dressed in wispy clouds of red
and tailored in strips of orange embellishing the horizon
where shades and shadows embrace your face
as the last glimmer of daylight falls
leaving a raptured sky of coral pink and red
enhancing your beauty in the...

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"Ground Level Entry"

“She fits the bill”,
they say it 
insouciantly

visions of being 
carried in the beak 
of a bilious pelican 

where it builds
its rudimentary nest, 
it uses sticks and debris

no stones, yet,
from irreverence
thrown at it

no higher perch
than snakes and ladders
than ground level entry

the floor is plentiful
the...

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Upon the ground

(To be sung to the tune of “As Time Goes By” from the movie “Casablanca”) 

In this October mist
I know you must insist
The leaves will fall around
In colors right before your eyes
Upon the ground

The temperature will chill
These sunny days so still
A pumpkin patch...

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On egg shells she walks
Hoping one will not break
For the head games will start
She does not want to partake

He jumps to wrong conclusions
That are farthest from the truth
He always assumes the worst
She needs rational, not uncouth

She's fighting a losing battle
For he never sees her point
She...

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They marched to field
Their fate was sealed
A life to yield
As deaths increase

I closed my eyes
To realize
With deepest sighs
I came in peace


contest Desiderata
Frederic Parker 12/5/14

number 3. With all its shame,drudgery and broken dream,
it's still a beautiful world...

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I bent down to pick up a penny from the frozen ground.
I could smell myself, the acrid stench of sweat and soot,
the taint of vapored vagrancy
that marked my movements, masking me from the reality that used to be.
I hate me and what I am, more...

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Withered Are Memories Made On False Ground

Majesty of her charms , pale in light now
Love's glow has died, ashes only remain
She was sad , my heart took a fleeing bow
Her cries left only darkened bitter stain
No long goodbye words, we both knew not how
She was...

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Lilies plush, in coral-pink, titivate tidy yards
Swaying gracefully by manicured green lawns,
Alluring his glance there shadows dance
Where rabbits chase, and squirrels scurry by.

The lady in rocking chair, as always, says: hi,
Cheerfully poised, adoring red-roses rise,
Nonchalant of a poodle agitating on porch
Spotting a raft of ducks...

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dark cemetaries
someones end cast into stone
death left in the ground...

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(A Vondelet Sonnet Variation)

When clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain,
as angels whisper crimson, blue and green
to bring a Spring of promise, wild with gain,
while sister states hold down a strong desire
for smell of raindrop pelts on dry terrain;
our windshield wipers sing a...

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O God of the universes of Creation as a whole
I raise my hands; and open my heart and soul.'
Prostrate I call upon your power, to bless my
Friends in these long dark hours' these days
Long abhorred stand now at their doors, I ask
You gird their spirits...

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