Best Loses Poems

F eeling enraptured, Autumn dances in the wind, then undresses.
A s bright robes fall to the ground, her passion paints the twilight skies.
L ike a...

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*Note 
I had to bring this one back, though I've been posting mostly new writes here that PS hasn't seen before. This poem has been...

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In a world where hearts ignore compassionate cries.
Acts of kindness become rare, so empathy dies.

As human nature loses the skill to listen,
his mission is to...

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just going  to church every week ~ does not make you a better Christian

be grateful for everything that you have ~ because many have...

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stairway to the stars
celestial light beckons me
no puddles overflow with tears 
my life’s silent movie
reruns in my mind

not a loved one left behind
those I cherish...

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Having lived on earth for some time now
Impatiently he dwells, harboring self doubt.
In face of impediments he loses his mind
Acquiring dispositions like hate and lies,
Hosting...

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A Psychedelic Whistle Plays a Rhythm into the Darkness

Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates...

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Grief hides itself
behind a veil
of anger, fear, and disbelief,
and yet, it invades your every thought.
Inside, you want to lash out
at death;
to send the hurt back!
Grief...

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The story never gets too old.
It never loses flavor,
About the sweet young peasant girl,
Who was the mother of our Savior;

And how He grew into a...

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When it left the Arctic it was as a wild angry wind
that stormed its way across the ice bound Arctic ocean.
Blowing the snow clad icebergs...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the...

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Death,
An old friend, as old as life,
We met soon after my birth 
He liked to play games with me 
“Be ready,” he said. “I am...

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IMAGINE you have Died  

A Free SPIRIT without a CRY

Walking down the AVENUE

PEOPLE passing Straight through YOU


Hearing WHISPERING thoughts to BLIND

Some of GOOD INTENTIONS...

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Why do they call it 'tourist season'
If you're not allowed to shoot 'em
Seems like a great opportunity
To end the over crowding problem

If a house fly...

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About the time August loses ardor, he melts into Autumn; she awakens!
Unabashed is she, this uncommon goddess, unfolding herself for all to see.
Thrilling to wind’s...

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