Best Lawns Poems

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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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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I'd married at 21 and moved overseas with my husband's work, so it had been many years since I had visited my gran at Rose...

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As the sun appears from its winter hush,
earthy meadows now appear green and lush.
As its refreshing rays begin to peep
animals awaken from their deep sleep.

A...

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Somethings are best 
said through blank
scriptures in sheer 
silence, but pulling the 
violin strings of
a poet strumming
to personify pain, 
with tempests of 
torment rushing 
through...

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 In a hyacinth bed of seven stars,
winter fairies waltz in pearl elegance~
a token of faith engrossed amidst scars,
while skies drizzle rain in fruity essence.

Angel...

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What color are you?
You! You! You! You! You! You! I could do this all day. Smirk.
I am not talking about hair color, eye color, or...

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i gather my thoughts
like a squirrel
scurrying to find nuts
as it rustles
through leaves
on crisp lawns

the air is warm
as am i
when wrapped 
in thoughts of you

i can...

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I’ve read a lot about the stars—
sought precious knowledge of deep space. 
Wondered when we’ll go to Mars—
pondered if we’ll leave this place. 

Some problems...

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Dream catchers chime in the wind,
like soft tones of a xylophone.
Melodic melancholic rain,
is free flowing,
but morning birds still arrive,
sitting on wet window sills,
singing about their...

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Meet in Eden's garden, where life first gave birth.
A beautiful paradise, pure and serene.
Amidst verdant petals, not seen on this Earth,
flowing in rainbow hues on...

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When the enchanted 
jailors of life, 
siezed my soul 
and those
sepals unfurling
manipulative
manuscripts 
ceased to 
script a twinkle 
above screams, 
I became a 
slave to my...

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"These woods are lovely, dark and deep, 
But I have promises to keep, 
And miles to go before I sleep, 
And miles to go before...

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When streams of paper roses,
bleed bitter fragrances,
evil mists of leaves slowly fall,
drifting along autumnal 
breeze of yesterdays.

And i question
unseen dirt trapped
between sharpened thorns:
what if the...

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Gary's Yard Sale, the story
                    ...

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