Best Is Poems

Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas, her wrists,
"I deserve the pain."
She shrugs and insists.

One day the brush will push down,
And it will cut so deep,
That this girl will fall
into an eternal sleep.

She doesn't remember how she started
What brought her interest to this,
How do you discover,
that...

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There is a poem in my heart,
that beats in different dialects.

Da ist ein Gedicht in meinem Herzen,
which flows freely through my veins.

Il y à un poème dans mon cœur,
that tickles the tip of my tongue.

Existe um poema no meu coração,
which dances with a million sighs.

Wo...

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It’s possible to know from whence I came
There is no need to even have a name
I am a part of eternal creation
Reunification is my destination

Born of the same energy of all creation
I seek form to experience the relation
Between the parts that make up the whole
Unveiling...

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Friends, do not forget: there is still beauty
When the darkness comes and shadows fall,
Music, Art, and nature, gentle comforts
When despair is deep and hope is small.

Friends, do not forget: there is still laughter
When we’ve finished choking down our tears,
When the world seems full of desolation
And...

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Passing through framed windows like ours,
I recall your tales of reckless war and lost friends
that burned your innocence at 21... and though
you claimed flashes of courage, moist eyes
poured vulnerability looking calm, undaunted.
We both searched deeply into  our souls
as a father is to his young...

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This is a very long poem and I will understand if you choose not to spend the time reading it. 
It is something I wrote a long time ago and I thought I’d just put it out here in case anyone cared to read it....

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COCAINE Is Her Name  ( Addiction )

COCAINE is her name. They call her COKE for short.
She came into this Country, without a Passport.
Since then - she has made a lot of scum rich. Others
have been murdered and found in a ditch.

She is more valued...

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a puppet dances

   to its own merry tune

    no strings attached

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[Inspired by Jan Allison’s 
      poem “Love is Bind”]...

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Love’s Alchemy is Eternal

Your look, touch, and scent now so perfect pure,
Enchants my true emotions and soaring passion.
I knoweth now our love shall always endure,
As God unites our souls as one by divine action!

Our sensual passion defines love’s spirit entire,
As we caress and kiss for...

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It is quiet tonight.
The only sound is coming from
the soft murmur of the television set.
I don't know why I don't just put it on mute.
I don't want to hear what they have to say,
but I guess it is better than the sound
   ...

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I still recall our first poetic glance,
dormant pen roused my fingers to dance.
Her love was like a cherry blossom tree,
which at first blossomed so beautifully.

When a tender breeze took each fragile bud,
we stood naked, vulnerable to the flood.
Broken branches fell, as love became silent,
our poems...

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Our soul's luminous light filters the depth of darkness
shining like a woven thread into the stillness of time
It was there where we met, in a universe long forgotten
where we merged wrapped in the twilight of breaking dawn

We've known love in worlds that have passed
before we...

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i believe we all
have a poem in our hearts

some need no metaphors

for a poet is a bridge
between words and emotions
connecting hearts and souls
through all four seasons

my heart is not a guesthouse
it's an asylum for the broken
a treasure of memories 
of those forgotten

so all the names
written...

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Sometimes life is such a bore we run on automatic;
Then it’s time to tango for a dash of the dramatic.
Or when things are dull and only gusto will suffice,
We cha-cha or calypso to inject a dose of spice.

We hustle off to work each morning, foxtrot...

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Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till its time to begin
 
Dancing in puddles now filled up with laughter
Running through traffic as cars speed away
Searching for words...

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