Best Hurries Poems

Floating down with grace and ease
Carried off by the Autumn breeze
Rich in hues of orange and red
Landing in the flower bed

What once was buzzing full...

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It's the summer, and it's time
to take the train to old Saint Ives
and visit my Aunt Clementine
who lives alone by an old salt mine. ...

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He hurries home late from the office
and hesitates out on the lawn,
the mists are swirling like her dress,
the moon is frowning down.

The music in her...

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The valley is hushed before daybreak,
until the animals awake.

Fawns snuggle for warmth against their mothers
beneath leaves of aspen trees, 
dappled in dawn's pale light.

In thicket...

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The Air We Breathe

Whatever death hides in the dark forest?
The Man attentive to death-defying chances
with sinister low sweeping branches, strong
confused as to the hierarchical level
upon...

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“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya


 She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In...

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The music video is more or less a continuation to the poem. So please play it when cued in the poem text and continue enjoying...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, I’d forgotten the sprouts
So I sent out a plea to the local boy scouts
I’d remembered the crackers, the turkey and...

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Daylight fades, as day is done
A city pulsates out of breath
Headlights duel upon the streets
and I am like the kiss of death
to those who scurry...

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He approaches fast

We bump - silly heart beats wildly
Him - lost in thought- No word of apology
We pass each other

He approaches fast

Eyes so blue -...

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She's tucked in bed of floral white
To mommy's hand, she holds on tight
No hunger pangs disrupt her night
In dreams she sees candied delight 

He finds...

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Where Do Poets Go
A tribute to All Poetry Soup Poets of the Past 

Where do Poets go, when it’s time to create? 
Imagery through thoughts,...

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Winter winds seem angry this morning...
Pulling at the branches, teasing the last leaves
My song is quickly swept away, my voice scatters
The last of the brown...

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I’m on a twilight stroll with my beau,
we take a route we’ve often walked before.
Mystical moonlight flickers in the trees,
“whose woods these are, I think...

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It is a secret
You’re afraid to reveal
Too much of your heart
You’re afraid, so you conceal
The real you, the real truth
The hues of hope and faith
The...

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