Best Lyrical Poems

punctuation walks
on eggshells
when
words like
               water
                       falls
flow into nothingness,
soaked in...

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P o e t r y fills my heart 
with lyrical acrolect:
slowly swaying 
my fingers
   to outstanding octaves, 
through 
  ecstatic 
  liberated librettos, 
uplifting in a 
  medley of 
   melancholic motions.
I n k is bleeding 
in...

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Sing to me ... raindrops of autumn
Not a sad song that makes me cry

Watching the leaves dancing in the wind
A new painting, my senses changes
Autumn is a fantastic season
Colors of fire: red, yellow and orange in flames

Sing to me ... raindrops of autumn
Not a sad...

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How I admire the lyrical poetess!
She, who watches nature's beauty all around,
yearns to feel the wind of summer's soft caress
as she listens for the magic in its sound.

When she sits to write in peaceful, quiet hours,
from her realm of thought spring forth. . . ...

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Words . . . written in brilliant lines

In passionate flamboyant rhymes

In Free verse, Haiku or Pantoum,

Etheree, Quatern, or 7/5 Trochee . . .

It matters not the particular form, 

But inherent quality, don’t you agree?

Long lines, short lines . . . no lines,

Sometimes a pregnant pause...

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Symphonic wheat fields
Singing van Gogh’s final verse
Lyrical landscapes...

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Wordweaver
inquisitive, imaginative, intuitive and playful
daughter of Alice and Albert
lover of my twin flame, family and Nature
who feels appreciation, delight and empathy
who fears oppression, the unknown and hateful emotions
who dreams new dreams, believes in tomorrow, never gives up
resident of Acushnet, Massachusetts
Gelinas

My husband Bill  my center...

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Play only love songs
For tonight’s starshine hours,
   with  its winking 
Constellations all
Hailed
And wished upon 

To make this night completely
Ours  ~
   and keep love’s longing
Lasting  
Here within us
Near
   enough to
Touch
Smiles
  
While our wooing words turn into
...

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My words are a saxophone,
my phrases a drum

My stanzas a keyboard,
my rhyming a gun

The Muse is my bullet,
the readers a shield

The darkness my target
—its bullseye revealed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)...

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This ink switchblade scraped the page
Imbibed by my musical sage
This isn't just a love sick cantata
A heartless melody, baby hold that fermata
Oh look out! More lyrical crimes
Hear me butcher these rhymes?
My murderous hymn in 4/4 times...

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So, so lyrical,
yet logical,
it's certainly atypical;
and not proverbial, 

but integral
and oh, most controversial!
But is it topical,
optical,

even for the intellectual
to see the actual
pragmatical
to its theoretical?

So casual, gradual, 
and implausible,
it’s almost incomprehensible
were it not for the owner’s manual.

It, too, appears eternal,—
not temporal.
Never mind paradoxical.
Damn! it’s infernal...

Alas, it'll...

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how chronic is your life
when your about to die
when you know
it was just 
a matter of time 
how chronic was your life 
when you know it was because 
they (doctor) won't treat you right 
how chronic is it, when 
there is too many of us...

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What were you to me may I ask?
     And may I answer you real well? 
You were at first a secret masque
     of balls whose guests I could not tell;
a maiden who was light of task,
 ...

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I see life in a creative way
I let the ink and paper have their say
The lyrical words dance and glide
Forming round me, go with the ride
So join me as I sway.

I need to express through words I write
Life's an inspirational delight
Many sights to make me...

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The flame that I once held
The one that shone bright
Within the ground will meld
On this merciless cold night

The empty night
Will flood with rain
Tonight I fight
Just to stay sane

Dimensions of pain
Will fill the sky
Within this rain
Hear my feint cry

The mistress will fade
The skies will cry
Diamond to...

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