Best Impressively Poems

by just looking at it from the distance
a  picturesque view captures right away our hearts
a stair like going up to heaven on its magnificent...

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Sing a new song,
In laughing notes of light,
Falling soft as the dawn,
Sighing joy through each midnight,
Feelings glistening like the stars,
Assembled in skies, inspiring…
Playing gentle like...

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Dear Miss Monkey Manners: I’m a Spider Monkey in need of your help, 
Recently someone yanked my tail and I cried out with a yelp....

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E nchanted by the elements, Goddess Earth excitedly
A rises, anticipating all her awe-inspiring artistry; 
R eveling in the rapture of the rivers’ ripples or roses’...

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Nature's Treasures


                      She sees...

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You’re at least a well wisher, so I thought
b’cos of you, I won’t be what I’m not
you’re the grand gangster of your backyard, so what!
your...

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At the sound of the opening door 
The crows cawed a warning
A stray cat perched upon the fence
Meowed to greet this morning

The warm sticky fog...

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Let's start with one shared understanding:
life is a more dynamically relational synonym for "nature".

So when we ask,
What is the purpose of life?
we are also asking,
What...

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Tissiack’s Tears
“[F]or I was absorbed in the great Tissiack [Half Dome]-- I have gazed on Tissiack a thousand times -- in days of solemn storms,...

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The Ever Shifting Pattern of Life by
Terence David Cooper. June is wife's
name and they are Basildon,  Essex, 
England.

As children we learn lessons clear
Broadly defined...

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Her purpose in life is love.
Making people happy,
Bringing great pleasure,
Colouring the world
With pleasing shows,
Her voluptuous shape,
Poses displays,
Exciting minds,
Igniting and kindling,
Explosive creative power,
Impressively 
A winner among...

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Another day ends with insipid sun
One more uncertain season
Another month ebbs slowly invariably gone
One more uninteresting month another reason

Each bulb impressively pushing old soil up
So...

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Mr. and Mrs. Pinocchio are carvings of wood
No matter how they try, they cannot be good
Lying is their habit. The constant fibbing shows
by the length...

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I want to be a star
So high and so far
Always shining in the dark
knowing with her light where you are

I want to be a star
Always...

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Their spirit beat the void, like the bird from out the ark.
Their soul was as a lampless sea.
Their thoughts came yapping and growling round them...

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