Best Messengers Poems

Old and ugly and well married is the visage
that I carry, and yet, there is another world
that keeps opening up its magic door.
It sends me notes and emissaries
that I could be, 
I should be much more than what I am.

The first message, that I was...

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This morning I hiked a wooded trail
And while quietly strolling along,
I was pleased to hear a lonely quail
A singing his mournful song.

And then again this afternoon
While drawing water from the well
A loon began it's soothing croon
That echoed 'cross the dell.

And in the evening as I...

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Death's Messengers
by Rick Rucker


Death's messengers came for me today,
I eluded them, though, I crawled away.

Seeing just the smallest chance,
I sneaked into an ambulance.

I thought that it would surely fail,
That I'd soon be cold, and pale.

Noting that my blood did leak,
My future prospects seemed rather bleak.

One...

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My grandfather once told me that the death
of a poet was as saddening as a burning library;
how right he was!

Before, I thought poetry was just a smart
combination of words in verses,
making everything you understand to be hard
to decipher, akin to the hieroglyphs scribbled
on the walls...

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xoxo these are messengers of love
xoxo lovers end their letters with a x and o

someone who's intereste is just to flatter
their message is simple looks do matter

but if a true lover has the time
they'll write a poem or a rhyme
maybe send it as a valentine
a...

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God’s
Heavens
Messengers
Feathers of course
Dainty orbs, cardinals, and dragonflies too...

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Boten des Frühlings / Messengers of Spring / Mensajeros de la primavera   

Boten des Frühlings
Margeriten, Löwenzahn
Dicht bei der Straße 

Und Hummeln im Freudenflug
Über dem Blütenteppich



Messengers of spring
Marguerites, dandelions
Close to the road

Bumblebees in joyous flight
Over the flower carpet



Mensajeros primaveral
Margaritas, dientes de león
Cerca de la...

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"As  Above, So Below - The Messengers"



One day 
when this sad story 
has all blown over
of how we came to be
walking the earth 
below the veil
with monsters 
that are men 
with horns and tails
in all the blazing elements
in land, in air, in sea
the minature...

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You hear them everywhere,
     spewing their venomous words of hate
And if you're like me,
     a lover of peace
Then I implore you, do not take the bait

You see them ubiquitously,
     their angry images on...

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With or without wings
              From the white clouds of heaven
                      They...

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Gods’ Messengers; light beings are always around when needed.  
Feather-light wisp of winged energy; a miracle prayed for;  
These beacons never leave us; always stay right by our sides....

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"I heard an angel speak last night and he said,
"We are only here to comfort, inspire and give you hope."
Winged messengers, of all variety, we hover over
and protect to help you cope. 

Maybe in form of a dragonfly 
representing lightness, elegance and speed.
Symbolizing regeneration, we're...

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AIRY  MESSENGERS 

Serene weightless flight of dandelion 
Seed puff-balls :  thoughts ascending,
Gestating across the invisible void  -
Untroubled, they silently float, glide,
Delivering  a concept
On the air  measureless 
From  somewhere else to here.

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With Holy Bible in her hand.
With voice and fist
and all command.
She marched up-down
the carriage ways.
Convincing all, that
what she says,
was from the Holy Script.

Yes many carried on to chat.
Ignoring this old lady that,
with every glance
and every stare
saw light and hope
For all out there.
And echoed yet more...

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She is older now, so I let the small things go.
She’s not wiser than she was, yet how the stories flow.
I let her spin them out for the fifteenth time today.
My ear grows tired of the noise and tunes itself away.

She’s more needy now; she...

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