Best Linger Poems

Why should one wish the days to pass
Of lush and verdant meadow grass
And butterflies with stained glass wings
Which autumn's burnished hues outclass? 

A summer breeze revives the mind
As worldly cares are left behind
And gentle waves of lapping seas
Coax weary bodies to unwind.

Await the golden harvest...

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May lilacs linger everlastingly
in dreams he dreams of me. Whenever he,
by chance, is in a pitch black room alone,
may he recall the scent of my cologne.

As long as I can write sweet poetry,
may lilacs linger everlastingly.
May he recall our love song slowly playing;
how we danced,...

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To linger in your arms is but a shadow of how you linger in my heart,

for when you depart you steal a small piece of me,
though you think I don't know, each time you leave
I feel something missing inside of me,

and like the flower that...

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Let me close my eyes for a moment,
For a fleeting breath or two.
Let me linger here
In a slice of setting sunlight -
In that place between
Awake and a-dream
Where you still breathe with me.
Let me see your smile for a moment,
For a fleeting beat or two,
And hear...

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As a melody  linger in her mind
       She holds her violin closely
 As musical notes in black and white are defined

 Soon, her violin buzzes with "Flight of The Bumblebee"
 Her bow swift and bold, her smile coy
As...

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When I was a little girl unaware of life and evil,
          Father would take me to the park with him;
I loved the ducks and how sweetly they floated there,
     Father would sit...

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I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn 
as dappled sunlight through my window shone 
Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn 
a masculine image with finely chiseled cheekbones

What virile fantasy had I born while in flight 
for my hand to have created such...

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Silent echoes linger on
 When the poet's ink no longer flows
 Sometimes the muse is gone
  But will return to meet the dawn

 Do poets ever truly leave?
  Their poems are left behind to inspire those
 Who may find words to weave
 And...

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once in a lifetime
this moment
precious as it was
would never pass again

how i longed
for it to linger
to capture its essence
immortalize it

so i wrote this poem
to give it life
and set it free
on wings of a butterfly 



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~IN THE GARDEN OF MY...

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...like the stirring wants of summer eves
                           that slumber in naked beds
       ...

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The foggy mist rose swiftly from the creek.
It encircled the pampas grass like a wreath.
The verdant razor blades of grass were bleak.
As the creamy plumes were wet beneath

On the qui vive for any movement of nature
Longing to linger and watch some more
Duty calls me to...

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It's golden teacher appreciation day, a shiny red apple;
Like scarlet carnations and roses, compel smiles ample.
To worthy ones, who helped shape hopes and dreams,
Like still silence of moonlight, when birdsong screams.

A card for the teacher, at orange sunset of school days,
Whose lessons follow forever, like...

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Memories Linger
	Soft and sweet, so little and tender,
I pray again someday we’ll meet.	
Memories that seem so far away, replay in my mind again today.
Giggles sound as your tender touch is felt!
	Then and there to here and now prayers form;
bringing memories back into sight.
Soft and sweet,...

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Why should one linger on futile desires  
That simply manifests to despondence  
Prospects markedly dire by fate's decree  
Sans prudence, this foolhardy submission 

Afflictions from this overwhelming pain
Of something simply unobtainable  
In vain, we seek materialization 
Of a fruitful, sustainable, closure...

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Two thorny vines slow down visitors rushing headlong along rain forest tracks.
Their thorns grab and hold stranglers by clothes and hair entangled.
Vines hanging like groupies waiting to clamour and grasp at pop stars and pope.

But why belay your delay to thorns and vines, when your...

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