Best Miracle Poems

A Divine Miracle


That day- I placed my father's crimson rose,

quite randomly, inside a book of prose-

God's intervention was my only guide.

What I had hoped- was...

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Dark night flees,
And the first incandescence rays
Of the glorious golden sun
Skim over the haughty hilltops
And filter through the dew-wet leaves
Of the tall and stately pines.
A...

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In the midst of great turmoil and strife, 
There is a force manifestly to be heard…seen….touched
A voice—ever so soft… yet loud enough to break mountains...

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Within the warmth of home, I sit amazed
at the gentle fall of snow through window pane.
Cup of tea in hand, my layered thoughts unchain,
and tumble...

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~It's Out There~

Green colored field 
A flower without the sun 
Wilts from distrust 
now washed away 
by the man storm

~*~...

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Do you know what it is like to be an untouchable?
To be so filthy and disgusting
That people shrink away from you
Do you know how it...

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Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face...

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Just a small girl, an innocent rose bud
lost in daydreams while she walked
home from school, for several blocks.

It was a fine, spring day in Berkeley
warm...

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I was a youngster when my sight began to realize,
When I viewed a tree of flowers that grew across the road.
Whereas this time of beauty...

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--Tree Silhouette-- 

shimmering tree
they're no footsteps around       
but fallen leaves 

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afternoon twilight
heaven is listening
peaceful lonesomeness
  
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Autumn waits 
The...

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Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen....

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 Was privileged to have sedentary on the seashore in seraphic poetic submersion;
 the ringing sounds from the distant horizon made me entirely lost in...

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It is the winter of 1980.
I’m twenty-eight years young, 
Driving a red Mustang with glass T-tops,
Feeling all of my awesome sassiness, from toe
To Afro, when...

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What if Mother Nature retired, and I applied for her position?
How would I dare to assume  her secret duties, her un-ending cycles
Could I invoke such...

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