Best Held Poems

We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and that's clear where he'd spent his life.
Downstairs had been quite easy, George was neat,
his things all had a purpose, neatly...

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In view of my mirror
Lately you appear
Smiling at me
While I'm twirling my hair
But you aren't really there
In my dreamy rear view

As I find fulfillment
In everything about you
Holding you closely
Without your consent
Indulging in memories
When I'm feeling lonely

Reminiscing fondly
A million happy tales
Laughing all the while
At every milestone
Celebrating...

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Visions of a way forward 
raising the curtains dream magic
stepping into the spotlight view 
captivating under a harvest moon

Rocked in the cradle of thoughts 
your the flower sweetly awakening 
deeply flames warmly embrace sunshine beams 
growing beautiful rose petals tenderly touch deeply

When I trace your...

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Thoughts from the Heart...

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First rays splash lines of love 
across naked bits of detour

dawn's door distracts 
chills of the night dissipate 
and I am free

Free of fight
held hostage ever tight

First rays flash and I see : 

yellow bits of honey dripped
scarlet tanager at play
horizons filling out the day


Darkness...

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That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell

That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea
Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
Else...

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I held her in my trembling arms for the
   
First time


And 


The unfailing sensation, of embracing 

The cosmos, I felt! 


 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    20 August 2015


POTD...

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Surrounded by seven cherubs of cheer,
Just recently passing my 100th year,
I’ve been standing here on this perch,
In Little Falls, MN’s Our Lady of Lourdes church.

Most of the day I’m alone simply pining away,
Surrounded by stained glass scenes of yesterday.
Watching glorious beams of color jump left...

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Under a blanket of stars surreal 
sparkling diamond crystal cupid strikes home 
golden arrow over oceans wavering crumbling seas kneel 
 
Light crested dove presence of an angel 
floating love upon your halo crowns Grace 
wings dance opening with a fluttering pulse skipping beats 

Where...

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She Held My Heart
Poetic expression by JC Hawkens

On a Crisp Autumn day
I met an Angel of such gentle Grace
The warmth of her smile
The soothing of her voice
The melting of my heart

And within that faithful day
She listened to my sad story
And she Judged me not
She replied...

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Chorus:
He held his heart
For his chest was breaking
She held her head 
Cause her skull was aching
Oh 
What pains our troubled souls
To the point of  disbelief 
Over the edge of killing grief
In an abyss of cold reprieve 

Verse:
He held her tight, 
of fear she would leave him
Sadness grabbed his guilt
With...

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I cannot say with any certainty
why it came to me, then, there,
but it came to me
unexpected as birth.
The kitchen was bright as the summer
and comfortable as the paving
next to the swimming pool.
Our hosts were pleasant as we were,
the conversation pleasant as our hosts
as pleasant as...

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Avast a beauty held inside. 
In fragile hands and soft lingering eyes. 
a supple smile burning as if a star 
for one who gazes through lenses. 
A galaxy of colors swirling and throbbing 
with electrical pulses beating blood 
through a maze of veins. 
Travel through...

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we once held time
as if it was a never-ending story
sitting beside your bed
watching the monitors announce vitals
tubes running in and out 
we have been reduced to moments
as i hold the hand dearest to my heart
watch the slow slipping away
i hold a deeper strength within you...

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My grandma and a rose are the same, each is
God's masterpiece but with a different name."
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