Best Labyrinth Poems

When we search for answers from egotistic minds,
life is full of meaningless questions that lead us nowhere.
You sabotaged the sandman who brought me my dreams,
corrupting...

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In
your 
absence
I float in
psychedelic ink
to design a labyrinth with 
rainbow roses drenched in turquoise tears and metaphors.
But, if stars were gold, and I am love,...

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On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun

On that day, Winter solitude  would be gone

The avalanche of differences melts into...

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i am no longer
lost in the labyrinth
of your twisted mentality

i kiss the lips of freedom

once you drove
me insane in the brain
now stubborn stains wash away

i...

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i remember all of our first times
all of our poems

i've always been safer in air
yet you kept me afloat in rushing tides
but
without your beautiful silhouette...

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Another lost noon, 
engraved as unforgettable 
memoirs within my mind, 
I’m rethinking of rewriting
and rewinding revoked 
reflections of a love rekindled. 
My eager heart
is now...

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My eyes cry for
fuschia glimmer on 
indigo waves again,
but all I see are 
haunting hues
of black sequin
glittered epitaphs;
reflections of hollow 
clouds enveloping cold air;
building tension...

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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n...

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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber...

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I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood -
the place that I willingly abandoned  
for the lure of new...

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In the yellow of eve, I toss my dream
like feathered lint, a roulette spinning
along puffy breath of  air on flight--
tiny as wisps curled upon...

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"Blind Man Turns"



Rest easy in my lull, Love

Love 
is not the gentle goodnight, Love

in the beguiling
silence of Lost Lovers' Woods

It is the war we 
all...

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when last rays of autumn - tip toe along to sunset streaked reveries

listen to the crisp breeze of fallen fairies - truth floats through tawny...

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I write-
mellifluous    sweet murmuring poems-
gossamer whispering words

a labyrinth     twisting     and turning

serendipity writes
and woebegone sadramblingswithtears
and...

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Santa Barbara, Summer 2017

Monday
I walked on the bluffs above the sea.
Orange poppies bloom in the dunes.
I discovered
the labyrinth:
smooth stones spell the path.
Peaceful pilgrimage.

Tuesday
Walked on the...

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