Best Kind Poems

I will not dim my light so you can shine
I will not still my voice so you can scream
I will not quench my blaze so you can burn
I will not hush my thoughts so you can dream

I will not stifle truth so you can preach
I...

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Proverb 12:25  "Anxiety weighs down the heart, but a kind word cheers it up."


a stray lost
in her thoughts

i saw her
sitting there
nursing a frown

so i
reached out 
compelled
to offer 
a warm hello

no reason
no motive
simple
unadorned
unpretentious

the smile
on her face~

it startled me

made me forget 
my troubles

suddenly
all seemed
so insignificant

it was...

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Her brush strokes sorrow upon her canvas,
as oils drip with sadness. 
He captures images of silent spirits, 
drifting in blackness.

In her black and white world, 
her fingers weep with grief stricken strings. 
He inks poems cleansing his eyes,
metaphors veil words his heart sings.

In darkness their...

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While at my window seat, I watch spring's Dawn
come easing into day with amber rays.
She lays a gilded glaze upon my lawn
and with her advent, scatters gloomy haze.

Like butter on my morning toast, her light
is smoothly spread enticingly across
my portion of the universe, for Night
has...

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I am broken
there is no one
to pick up the pieces
no one to melt the gold
to let it flow
and bind the pieces
to make me whole

KINTSUKUROI 

it is nothing but a lie
broken, I die
I pull the pieces of me
the shards cut
I bleed
my tears mix with the earth
I...

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The Sounds of Silence
By: Simon & Garfunkle

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow...

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I see God in nature, surrounded in the beauty of our earth.
As God may speak with his spark of life dwelling in me,
Expressed though HIS thoughts in my poetic word’s birth. 

“Now all of my children born and reborn in this world,
I will be your...

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An eagle finds the highest mountain to build its nest
And lays the first layer of nest with sharp objects
Such as thorns and stones for the unborn with zest
And next, covering that layer with soft targets,
Such as wood, feathers and the animal fur.
So as the baby...

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He writes His poems in the sun…
Streaming through the trees at dawn.
He pens a beautiful stanza…
When the deer takes graceful flight.
He rhymes the words that we feel…
With more than a sing-song appeal.
He whispers affection and compassion…
Through the words that bring us acceptance.

God’s kind of poetry...

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Some people have a reassuring smile
Always at ready no matter the time
Regardless of untold things on their minds--
They're the street-lamps burning all night

Comfort rules when they come around
For grief and pain then remain at bay
And aches of the night retreat in awe--
They're the dawn that...

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She doesn't think herself as beautiful

but there is magic in her eye

my head is always spinning

every time she walks on by

her gait is smooth and graceful

she doesn't miss a stride

swaying to an inner music

exciting emotions deep inside

She doesn't think herself as beautiful

but there is comfort...

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If I could,
I would love you each day for the rest of my life as if there were no more tomorrows.

If I could,
I would show you the sheer rhythmic splendor of a true heart that yearns for only you.

If I could,
I would wrap you securely...

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I formed the poet to be my clay pen
To dance on the pin tip of my understanding
I delight in words
All things came into existance through my words
The planets
The stars
The moon
The sun
The universes beyond what you can see
They are tethered by my imagination
I am a God...

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O ever changing sky, blue-gray and maudlin
your mood and unsettled ways, meld with mine.
Clouds seem but blemishes upon horizons
as weary as the soot smudged cheeks of urchins.
Bruised in hues at once fresh with pain and longing,
not yet healed by the riper rise of next day’s...

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Krummes Holz gibt auch gerades Feuer    
Crooked logs make straight fires [Work with what you have.]
 
Downcast eyes scan; the larger fear’s in deeds.
Germany thrives on the allied dollar 
having culled the herd; they bank euro collared.
I, remnant of the tribe of...

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