Best Lengthen Poems

Out 
of the darkness

star-lanterns’ beam finds an awakening dream - 
a strewn snowy stream 
gracing the depths of the black swan night


Earthbound

from the realm of the pulsing Polaris 
   ..traveling through time zones 
       of timeless inspiration...

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Beyond the gloom and grey of worldly ills
I pass through flowered fields and rolling hills.
A mountain sleeps beneath great oaks and pines
That shade the giant ferns and climbing vines.

There is a spring that flows up from the ground
With nothing but tranquility around.
It is the place...

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In the middle ages
these roughed and scuffed decades
between newborn crocus snow-melt-nursed and
dried hydrangea blooms sepia-skinned and papery thin
I earned the right to wear sapphires
and burn my mademoiselle mistakes with wisdom-fires

it took me a while to grow into my autumn season
—the autumn side of September
hair once...

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The shadows lengthen as comes Celtic night, 
you are in my arms at the end of day, 
my eternal beauty, my guiding light.

We shall be together 'fore soft twilight
To you I run without pause or delay
The shadows lengthen as comes Celtic night.

Love in our souls...

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As one grows old, when evening approaches, memories too lengthen like shadows. Now I remember more often my parents wondering how much sweat and toil they had shed to make their children comfortable, how much love they lavished and what sacrifices they endured. A snapshot...

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Each day is time for new thanksgiving. 
Lengthen life, enhance your living. 
Vigor renews, or so it seems, 
When reveries are more than dreams. 

Joy is simple and often cheap: 
Leap in fields, then picnic and sleep; 
Chase fireflies and dance with moonbeams- 
Summer reveries...

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A period am I; you do not see
me all that much in poems any more.
At times I’m placed by poets awkwardly
before a line is finished! I implore
you, don’t disgrace me. Surely you can use
me easily. I’m just a little dot!
I end each sentence. How can...

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Florid hues of soft petaled flowers
cast satin rose splashes of pastel colors
that move within the cool morning shade,
as the brilliance of the smiling sun reflects
its warm beams of life from each delicate bud.

Rhoda, so fragile, stands gazing for hours
watching the stains as they dance in...

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Blue__ Aeons past when chaos raged, with acrid SMELLS and YELLOW flames,
   Explosions cast the moon from earths embrace.
   Blue__ Skies will fade as eventide SHOWS SILVER rays 
   Cascading from moons mirrored light.
   Blue__ Oceans roaring...

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Why don’t you come now
To the plot of blue river shore 
Where we would
In an intense chocolate mood
Sit in a sun rise satisfaction
On the grainy sand
And create pearl drops of time
From the rhymes of waves
With the vibrancy we behaved
Exchanging those fine chimes
From our moonbeam dialectics
And...

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There is beauty in the dying of the day 
where shadows lengthen in the dusk
waters ripple with enchanted hush 
as twilight chases the sunlight away. 

The waning light casts flames beneath 
low, fading clouds, in searing reds
with hints of blue above their heads
as darkness calls...

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Give me a spring morning, far from winter’s troubles.
On an earth axis-turned toward the life-giving sun.

Announce it with trumpets of yellow daffodils and tulips.

Watch as young, colorful, impressionist, bluebell,
dogwood, snowdrop, and primrose blossoms preen,
in the candid radiance of the abaxial springtime sun.

Enjoy new life dancing,...

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The axis of time foments rage,
And eats freely of cloth.
Even better days will wilt,
Crying, What else comes hither?

The snow on the mountain
Is frozen now, but soon will melt.
The days lengthen like shadows
	in the evening.

Time moves on eating as leprosy, 
Fomenting trouble upon the unwary.
Post haste,...

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It's warm, it's calm - there is a feeling of change
long before the evening shadows lengthen.
Even before the clouds have gathered,
the westerlies; they quietly rise then strengthen.

The stag trees can be counted one by one above the forest.
Handed down experience supports
the range, drawing closer in...

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Snow continues toppling from darkling gray skies.
And by dusk, the flurries will bank on the ground.   
Landscapes painted by Nature's hand, the artist
    Hallmarks of winter ~

Embers turn to ash; darkness gives up the night.
Sunlight's shadows lengthen from pine and...

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