Best Heaves Poems

A Poet's Gift

A poet writes to share a secret depth 
Of feelings within their soulful breast.
They write to grasp onto immortality,
To be remembered beyond their...

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I race for summer's setting sun
as crimson bleed the alder leaves
and still I run.  And still I run.

My rival, time, is yet undone.
Past pyramids...

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HER

               the chains —
roses tied ‘round hands and feet,
apple-scented la forza...

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In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard...

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a silent play of glances

   heaves along red moonlit air,

     two palms ignite a charmed lure

   ...

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Longing in lowly light of longer days
by which a summer wilts paternal dreams
and browns the loitered heaves of yellow spring:

the budding void that stamps an...

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Summer Nights in the South


Green fireflies blink in the quiet of night

and our sleeping old dog heaves a sigh.

Dreaming, she sprints through a youthful blue...

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Tonight, a montage is brushed with a splendor
of glazed branches : an arrangement of russet
teal and orange; dappled wisps enticing
my spirit for a pilgrim beyond...

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Somewhere along waxed moonglow,
he is there
like a sweet aftertaste on my lips;
through warm fingers he groans
as silence closes my eyelids...
and even the pang that he...

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 Somewhere between our song, he is there
like a delicacy on my tongue;
on my fingertips he burns
the silence on my eyelids,
and even the pang that...

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I overhear feisty breezes
whispering words of gibberish
amidst the sound of rustling leaves.

Setting the treetops aflutter
they garner secrets from the trees,
decoding subtle sighs and heaves.

Autumn creates...

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 Requiem of a Phoenix 

Silhouettes and storm clouds loom, 
etched against a blackened sky
by bolts of electric blue
and ashen moon rays.
I mourn at dusk;...

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The Tempest

Upon enchanted sands of shipbreached shores
Dethroned beggar of a borrowed callow mystery
Heaves a lightning staff into the waves -
Thunderous and raw clandestine secrecy
On luminous...

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How far away the winds have blown
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a man bent with age
opens trunk, heaves  . . .  wheelchair lifts  --- plop


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