Best Hour Poems

"If I could have put you in my heart, 
if but I could have wrapped you in myself,
how glad I should have been.
And now the chart 
of memory unroils again to me.
The course of our journey here,
here where we part."     ...

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Into my dreary days
Rode hope on scented lines
In this pool of darkest deep
So bleak.. only love could find
A world of suffocating stench
Pulls me closer to the abyss
I close my eyes in surrender
Instead of death I feel a kiss 

A simple note scribbled out
Words that touched...

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I’ll not be the mask of your madness
I’ll not be the whip of your demands
I’ll not be the drug of your habit
I’ll not be the dough in your hands

I’ll not be the doll that’s your play thing
I’ll not be the container of your need
I’ll not...

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The darkest hour comes with pain that's insane,
Excruciating, unrelenting pain.
The sobbing and gasping are so abrupt.
The heart is broken; the body gives up.

The darkest hour tries to take full control,
Searching through the suffering for the soul.
Disillusioning evil tells a lie.
“Death will set you free, so...

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Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.
Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's 
dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside each ear
A bare-chested Apollo cycles in low-slung shorts.

Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's, 
my ardeur imagines eyes a...

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AN HOUR WITH YOU

If I perchance could have my time again
And, knowing what I know, could alter course.
To veer left when the signpost right said “pain”
And shun those paths which only brought remorse.
If riches could be mine beyond my dreams
And all that I survey, mine...

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 red tint of evening
bleeds across a glazed skyline…
crowds droop on bleak aisles

The street lamps wane beyond rush hour;
eyes missing the rarest flower…

And city lights drain people’s bones,
when aching shadows blur my view.
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Silent One's A Poet's Dozen Contest
11/5/2015...

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The caricature of a gentleman, nameless, scorned,
The infamous savage of the famous street was wobbling:
Scruffy, shaggy, ruffed beared, tousled haired,
Disheveled,
there went the odious appearance, bumbling.
Soubriquet: lunatic, fierce, rowdy with murky torn clothes,
Was sitting stigmatic with grubby means,
Was teased and thrown stones,
To drive away from the...

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It seems so late,

on your answer we wait.

 Time is just an illusion,

we search for our conclusion.

 As hours turn to ashes,

in love, we see the flashes.

 The final hour is here,

fortold by the seer.

 In that hour we live,

the eleventh hour to give.

 Only...

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Hey everyone... do you know what time it is!!!

It's time for The Jester Jack Comedy Hour

Brought to you by "Hair Today... Gone Tomorrow!"

The makers of fine electric shavers

Now I know what you're thinking, I have a beard

Why would I need an electric shaver

Well, I have...

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I need, once more, an hour of rain
Cleansing away the residue of living
Until only the freshest waters remain
This hour, to myself, I am giving

Cleansing away the residue of living
I drench the roots of my spiritual tree
This hour, to myself, I am giving
To clear the kismet...

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Hour glass drips
Slowly and 
Time goes by like snowflakes
On a cold, cold day

"Time can do so much, my love"
Leaving deep scars within
Are you still mine?

Please don't turn away
Please don't run~stay
"For I need you, my love"

Time slips by my darling, slowly wisps away
Each day that you...

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In our old age reminiscing 
Of moonlight and midnight kissing
We'll talk of today’s sweet memories
Beneath gnarled branches of our favourite tree 
Recalling the cuddles and the dancing
Of moonlight and midnight romancing,
Those memories are imprinted on my mind 
In my heart its midnight all the time.

Velvet...

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Dawn's
Stillness
Invites me
Vermillion hills
Clouds' engulfing tangerine stillness crests
Tension sloughs, blows away like old snakeskin 
Desert rain scent
Cleansing me
Pedal
Flow
Smile
Conceals
Morning’s ride
Heart's treasure trove
Work’s gray walls can't touch my bright turquoise glow

7/18/16
© by Author
Contest: Triple Tetractys 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Syllable count confirmed at howmanysyllables.com...

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A hour is lost
tucked inside a dark vase, gone
creamer drowned coffee....

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