Best Implying Poems

Nature smiles in Spring
Pulls at our heart string
as greenery's hued in greener tinge
Having had an everlasting effect
on those evergreen trees. 

Nature frowns in Autumn
gets all bored, pale and blue in the fall
Almost seems to sigh drily, wryly
Looks dull and drab
except for the windy breeze. 

And...

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I wish to
Relay
To all of my people the importance of sticking together as a 
team

And that
Because we have run 
through the preliminary trials as selfish individual, goal seekers
we have barely made it to the finals, 
as if,
 winning our, “Race”
is undoable or un-triable

Have all but...

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Blue edges, an ebony sky,
and cotton-candy clouds blush pink,
for a new day is on the brink.

Where eagles were once seen to fly;
morning gets filtered through a haze,
a legacy of yesteryears.

A molten sunrise blinds my eye;
dissolving the fringes of night
with a dazzling display of light.

Dawn's beauty,...

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Pulses of earth caressing my heart
I feel each grain as if hourglass sand.
Rhythm of life ticking from birth to depart
Cultures softly tinged by the soul of the land.

I hear the call of a presence borne of the past 
Echoes of bounty rebound in this world.
Harmonies...

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The universe is an endless expanse;
it's preposterous to think Man's alone.
And as our technology advances,
we can see their calling cards carved in stone.

Implying intelligent life's out there;
ancient accomplishments are a marvel.
Either Man could float huge stones in the air;
or aliens came to this blue marble.

Petroglyphs...

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if there be
subject and object
in our active cognition 
implying separation 
as in a distance
needing to be bridged
through exchange of emotions
for feel good factor
it is then a trade
and not love

likewise
reciprocation apart
expecting recognition 
signals a dependency
in absence of which
so called love
disappears

we can give
only what we have
thus we...

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They say I wait for you 
Didn’t they see me vying
for another look at you
as they shut the oak wood casket.

They say I wait for you 
But know that they are lying.
I don't save space on our bed for you
Just that, that side is sagged...

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Angry FireGod sneers sarcasm,
"Not warm enough yet?"
"Still too much clean water and air
and other healthy stuff,
like sun-baked red chili peppers?"

Excuse me,
I was under the impression
that I invited you for my interview,
which would involve me asking you questions,
and not so much of that anger and fear...

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It’s natural to sometimes question God
When you’ve a long and tiring way trod.
The wrong often comes as knowledge you’re pursuing,
Implying that He knows not what He’s doing.

To know that He knows what’s best for us
Is sufficient knowledge to completely Him trust.
He knew the end before...

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In a long ago day no term such as teenager 
was inferred
Upon reaching pubescence adulthood was 
conferred
No separate entity were teenage years 
thought to be
Anymore than 20 or 30 even 93
The business of giving separate age a place 
on life's map
Has turned out to be...

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I have a son
with more than his share of heart
and mindbody intelligence,
to comprehend vastness of Earth’s evolving history
and future demise,
to comprehend full emptiness of universes within
and without
co-arising unitarian polyphonic verses,
enough intelligence to reconnect hunted feelings
by our deep dark haunting insignificance
as a monotheistically disconnected
AnthroSupremacist species.

His own...

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Changing the world just seems so much bigger than me,
it seems larger than just a thought or decision I could make,
but I know deep down there is a strong vision I really see,
taking a stand changing foster home rules for the children’s sake.

Innocent children so...

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The problem of military reactions
to territorial control issues
is not merely that violence breeds further strategic development
of violence,
although this is no small,
nor amoral, 
concern.

This primal problem of militarism by historic default
is that it is an intrinsically violent chapter
in the Big RedBook of Capitalism,
rooted in God created...

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J ubilee’s song heightens; the bell is rung
A uld Lang Syne…fond memories we all keep,
N ever-ending the pour of chilled wine, that 
U nsaid words of love spill on tinseled lights;
A s orchestral tunes greet this first of month
R eveling in dreams laced with snowdrop...

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As I take my right hand and gently lay it across my chest, I begin to take a long deep breath. With my eyes shut tight every heart beat genuinely whispering cries I belong to you. Visualizing moving heaven and earth I thirst to touch...

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