Best Gush Poems

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression,...

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Hiding here inside my closet, I feel safe in the dark
knowing on a pile of sheets lies my very psyche;
it's only a thought, yet I...

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The wonder of nature you describe with the color of feelings 
that even the blind sees the beauty, for you anoint with your sight.
From my...

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midst the bosom of a once bountiful farm
lies the graveyard of my ancestors~
the gush of tears that flowed here- only the wind knows;
the willows by...

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-Dandelion Dream-

I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 
They fade with one gush from the wind
I stand close...

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A drop of water fell on me
    not one, but two, then three...

  Ready to curse the skies and Thee
 ...

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Pleasures of Moving on Moon


You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.

Sometimes you have...

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A coastline laps with glistening waves
Dotted with light from its shore-bed unseen,
While fragrance of air and gull’s trill filter
Through leafy boughs varnished in shamrock green.
How...

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Often, i have spoken with you
about urgent thoughts pillaging 
my restless heart. During limbo
of midnight’s shadow, my knees 
grate in rage when your songs
do not...

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When the rain shall come
 When the new day shall be
 You and I will rejoice
 For the rain will wash away
 The painful seasons...

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Hear the sound of Winter's retreat
trickling away beneath your feet.
And gush into a swollen creek,
where surging waters swiftly peak.
See shifting ice packs crack and break
as...

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He says the nicest, kindest things
And doesn’t know the joy he brings;
A friend to all, the young and old:
Dr Ram’s words are better than gold.

I...

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Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings 
tripping warming...

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WHAT IF?

What if you were  the brightest star on the solstice night
Would you feel antagonism from the sparkling maze?
Or would Love dismiss uncertainty to...

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In a carnal...cage of ribs,
A suffering heart laments.
In the abode of the soul...
...faint echoes of muted pain..
...grace the dark cavity of flesh.

Whispers of failures resonate..
The...

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