Best Gulley Poems

My head hit the pillow and I was asleep,
I fell into a dream that was so deep,
standing on the deck of a fighting ship,
the vessel did rise, then into gulley did tip.

The waves so cruel did rise and fall,
and all did work for the good...

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Are you more than just my imagination?
Is your call only my inner, silent plea to
be released from this lonely desperation,
this hollow, unfulfilling need?

I see you walking in the fields at night
and I feel you touch me in dawn's early light.
I smell your English lavender the...

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Embracing eyes of the silver moon
hear my plea as I speak with you.

Hear within my deep despair that
I need to know healing care.

Shine down upon my head of grey
and bring to me the grace for
which I pray.

Lighten up the hurt within my soul
and teach me...

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This Piece was inspired by a beautiful poem,
written by our very talented poet and friend.
I hope you will read  "Warm and True" by
Sharon Gulley





Take a seed in your hand
Toss it in the air
Where it lands
It will grow
If it dares
That's Love

You are young, I am...

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Accursed still, be the cursed rapist
Who in blind pedophilia
Prey upon our little girls.
Condemned still, be the condemned satyr
Who, in sadistic cannibalism
Pounce upon our little sisters!

Alas, the tears!
Bitter salty tears that gulley to waste
The soft cheeks of their innocent faces
Alas the ruins!
The ruins of shattered dreams,
Wrecked...

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Ten perfect tiny fingers and toes
Only you were born sleeping
Uncontrollable tears flow from my eyes
Caressing your beautiful face
Heartbroken parents are grief stricken

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Sponsored by Sharon Gulley

06-26-17...

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Touches of sorrow 

Today’s sorrows
Offer lonely reminders of
Unforgivable yesterdays
Causing the pain of endless
Heartbroken tomorrows


For the “Touch me with Words” poetry contest
Sponsored by: Sharon Gulley...

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 A Double Acrostic

Treasured memories flow deep within my heart
Of sentiments that all too quickly come and go
Unbidden remembrances between me and you
Cherished songs we once shared in romantic lyric
Hallow moments that death can never diminish




June 27, 2017
Touch Me With Words Contest
sponsored by Sharon Gulley...

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Timeless tapestry of love transfixed
Omniscient oracles of my soul eclipsed
Undying love for you reviving remains
Cathedrals praying poetic pensive pains
Hibernal hearts with calamitous chains.





June.27.2017
Touch Me With Words - Contest
Sponsored by: Sharon Gulley...

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Penguin the pilchard leapt onto the ice
He flipped and he flopped and arrived in a trice
He took a deep breath and he held it and then
He bellowed with all of his might… “MEN!”

Pilchard the penguin said, “Where have you been?”
And then asked his friend, “What...

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Victuals
Walking through the jungle, your liking or disliking,
Does not care greenish, pours for all,
Whether you like green or not, it doesn’t care.
You are in its capital; eyes should bear the victuals,
Publicity does not mind, how you became leader,
Your virtues or fall, is not the matter...

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Towards a setting sun I trudge my weary way
Oblivious of the gathering darkness
Under a sullen and bleeding sky
Chagrined and beside myself with sorrow,
How can heaven stand by and let me languish so?



~Acrostic contest by Sharon Gulley...

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You Touched Me ( Sharon's Acrostic)                                       ...

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If erupts again –
the eternal hate of caucuses.
A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley.

Death glides as a superman
like a mutiny in the bowl.

Night stumbles against the kissing moon
on the shore of waning hope.

I will not mourn for my color
I am still nursing a grief.

Walking alone...

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If erupts again –
the eternal hate of caucuses.
A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley.

Death glides as a superman
like a mutiny in the bowl.

Night stumbles against the kissing moon
on the shore of waning hope.

I will not mourn for my color
I am still nursing a grief.

Walking alone...

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