Best Id Poems

if I had all the money that I ever wanted,
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~ for my fellow poets ~


as slaves to the pen
or our keyboard, more apt
this molding of words
in a word, holds us rapt

fine fancies or fears
take...

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Those gold ornate gates opened wide, 
and on wings she flew up above;
to join in heaven her true love.

And we who loved her on...

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I’m tired of knowing
That because of my race
Because of where I live
Because of my last name
I’m part of the band…
The children of a lesser God

I’m...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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In the recollections of my journey thus far, the tattered pages of my life flutter
in my mind.  Like snapshots of times and places in...

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Every night I close my eyes, 
loneliness suffocates my soul. 
I rapidly escape through a portal of dreams,
where we once met with a passionate embrace. 

In your...

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"Grief is the price we pay for love " 

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A clutter of wood and dust and cobwebby corners,
And dappled sun shining through dirty windows;
On his work table a drawing; a project in progress,
And tin...

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aye …

on such
divine evenings, thus,
are perfect odes not freely spun?
the Perseids, dancing their
jocund jigs -
capricious, evanescent stripes of
golden ire under a tapestry
of wonders …
watching rapt,...

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you May-
think me odd    perhaps strange 
peculiar and off the wall-
but I
like to wander cemeteries

among    rows   ...

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the solitude
the silence
silence of a bee in the forest
silence of the leaves
leaves on majestic trees
leaves my soul quivering 
quivering treasures
quivering happiness and joy 
joy...

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I go into the woods to find my inner peace,
since a little girl this is my own special place;
my emotions held-  in the woods...

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it is dawn in the city
and all is quiet and hushed 
today, I wrote seven words . . . 
the streets are windswept still
a...

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childhood memory
in a country field of gold- 
birds chase me away

childhood memory
of lush emerald green ferns-
frogs leap and I run

childhood memory
of sweet coolness in the...

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