Best Marshlands Poems

Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.

Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost...

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Livers
	bleed

lungs	
	gasp for breath


vessels of poetry
	read

pain disappears
	tears recede

love floats above the sea
	tides of sadness

recede
	planted in marshlands

seeds
	friendship bloomed

living for words
	no longer matters

I embrace my brother
	love his might

standing on cliffs ledge
	gazing this new morn

softly I whisper
	we are one...

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On the  gurgling  remains of Winter 
as she seeps back into the earth  
on a path around a lake 
flanked by the casualties of winter's breath
cattails...
brown and bent with broken heads
backs turned to the pale yellow corn stock stubble 
standing in mud...

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Coming To The Garden

Long-lost secrets at Misselthwaite Manor.
Mistress Mary moves from self-centeredness to
self-awareness, leading to self-healing.
This tale's secret seems simple but not so.
A space to sense one's spiritual serenity,
children seek silence in a stillness place to go.
*Nature's worlds open in a hidden garden.*

Inside The Walls

Overgrown,...

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down the path of broken promises 
up the stream’s misguided dreams

shoulders burdened crushed and rounded
by all accounts tallied and squared off

countless breaths and tears held back
while chilling fears explode unhinged

tossed plans and schemes to wispy clouds
deep in marshlands of futility hope lies 

armsful of useless...

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I catch a glimpse of you in summer deep		
Your auburn tresses floating through the trees	
Where at the sight of you a willow weeps		
And throws her golden leaves upon the breeze	
As you almost bring me to my knees			
Your beauty filling me with such desire		
As I turn...

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Strawberry poison dart frog,
also called  a blue jean morph,
strawberry-red,
orange-red,
blue or black lower parts,
which are found in most parts of central and south america,
diurnal, brightly colored,
aposematic patterns,
warning potential predators,
living amongst the rainforest,
high altitude shrubland,
flooded grassland they wander,
through montanes and rivers,
lakes and swamps,
amongst the trees above...

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My dear birds, an inspiration putting quill to paper

I love the way you're chased as waves crash on the beach

Invading my warm days and balmy summer nights

Dreams about the whoosh of grasses in the marshlands.

I’m enamored with the sudden swoosh your wings

Your warble is much...

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cosmic dust spirals, 
supernatural storms born 
the Goldilocks zone


Free verse ~

A quadrant of marble missiles born

Ever since,
A dream catcher catches dreams
Jupiter catches meteorites and asteroids

Super-sonic projectiles pass Jupiter's gravitational shield
Shoots like V-1 rockets, destination is Mars
Seeded life exists there, nevermore 
Saturn survived

The Red planet bleeds...

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auburn light tickling mystic marshlands
on thin rafts kissing noon's delight
husky day  lifts grasses’ hems
cradling petals on palms,
herons dance astray
a dizzy feast
all flowers
soaking
wine

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for Brian Strand's "Poem From Year First Year... Contest"
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Sailing up and down the sky
Hovering over the moist heathers
Soaring and sliding high
Dawning grey and brown feathers.

Spreading her wings with expertise
Unfurling her stripped tail,
She glides through the wind with ease
Looking as light as the dancing gale.

A descendant of voracious predators 
She dives sharp down to...

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Way down south near the marshlands,
near the bayous, and close to the lake.
There is a city with its old wonders.
A place where no one barely sleeps.

Parties move up and down the cobbled streets.
The brass bands play that swinging jazz music. 
That smell of the creole...

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Dogs are the smartest ones
in all of the animal kingdom,
they've been man's best friends
since Man began to roam.


It's a great feeling to have one,
also very sad to lose one as I did...
the indelible memories on grasslands
and wild wind while riding my horse.   


My...

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I had found my meaning in him
I had found the nectar I needed,
Or rather,
The glass into which I would pour
The wine emanating from my soul
So as to paint,
On life's canvas, colourful rainbows
And sparkling bridges
To walk through, so as to cross
The swampy and tricky marshlands 
That...

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Written 04/02/2025, for the Iron Maiden " Dance of Death" song, contest sponsored by Robert James L. 

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Scary lie shrouded in opulence  
I ponder over well-known verses,  
shattering the pattern of...

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