Best Makings Poems

Through the years they worked their spells
     From drawers and cupboards, taking things
       That through...

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The words we use become pictures into lives
Pictures from words spread out for all to see
This is what becomes of our poetry
Has the makings of...

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Perfect makings of a daydream
Dancing carefree on a sunbeam
A deep breath and my eyes close
The air inviting as water flows
Seeping in serenity to the core
Despite...

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When echoes of nocturnal ricochet over the nights,
Ebony and stardust fill my heart,
Erasing the sun’s gaze, inspiring the moon to blaze
With its tempting song, singing...

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Sooth this irrational rage resplendent in its affliction
See through the foolish drawls that make up my surrounding core
Understand I see each flaw of mine in...

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[SIZE=5][B]Reaping Whatever Dark Gods Decreed[/B][/SIZE]

Did we dare too much thus reap the bitter wind?
Dark, greedy days creep by, our lives grown far apart
Is this how...

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She see's through daisies and succumbs to night things
Her heart keeps on breathing for pleasure in the evenings

She's wanting to see you at any time...

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Exhiliration comes (thanks dad)

Cassius Clay in his day,
quick as lightning he did thunder,
watch him fight,
an awesome sight,
Great Boxer, 
one man wonder.

At 4 I had a...

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I only tell of sunny hours...
The cheerful makings of memories
Cloudy bouts to be forgotten
Nights meant for relaxation
Each a designated pause between
Sunfilled enjoyment and adventures
I only...

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It twas dark, a hen's night 
stillness abandoned the fright 
knocks echoed freely 
and here her presence was felt 

Chimera fragments an innate realm 
unbeknownst...

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Christmas of my tenth year brought a four-ten shotgun.
No longer a tag-along kid
Assaulting the deep drifts struggling to keep up,
But a real hunting buddy.

First rule...

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Being black is not just a figure of speech

Its a noun, adj., & knowing when & when not to turn the other cheek

Many pioneers has...

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Halloween is dead without witches brew,
carefully conjured up to make the best stew.

Adding only the finest components,
making sure of its exact exponents.

No substitution is ever...

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  anyone for humiliation

                   do even...

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August is almost a memory
Breezy cool nights are getting stronger
Colorful days of autumn soon will stay
Days are shorter, nights are longer
Each falling leaf brings us...

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