Best Moistens Poems

I watched it fall
In spiralling flight
This browned yellow leaf
A saddened sight

For not long ago
It was alive and so green
In a canopy of cover
Above the stream

I watched it meander
Around rocks and through eddy's
On the stream it continued
Becoming more unsteady

It's protective coating
Now a shadow of it's past
As...

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Written: October 25 2024 for Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Woody
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Thrilling and alluring
hazard, affection, zeal, and heat
all the stated above
crimson, as a rose, is a sign...

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'I love you' moistens on your lips
          I watch it, breathless, as it drips
               coating, sweet, my foolish heart
   ...

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As we step closer to our final door,
when words succumb to days of restless sleep,
and dance retreats into a stiffened creep,
I wonder, will you love me even more?
For I will answer with my final breath,
that I will love you more on coldest night
as outer beauty...

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Her grateful kiss moistens the dawn, raised arms embrace the sun.
A light like fire burns for all time, a new day has begun.
When Sunday morning’s church bell chimed, brisk steps tapped with the song.
Gray walls of stone held prayers within, stained glass cast shadows long.
She...

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The Gift Of Winter


When Winter brings old seasons to their ends
      and plans a rest for Spring and Summer trends,
we're eased by lovely scenes that Autumn sends,
     while Winter puts to sleep those retirees 

of brittle...

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Bleak winter Melbourne morning, 
a cold wind coming in
from across the Bay
and blowing down the street,
past the Esplanade Cafe
with the smell of coffee
and warm air spilling out
from an open door.

I stop, look at the cake
and pastry display through
the window, the basket
of freshly baked croissants,
Danish pastries...

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Twelve tree frogs sing in loud chorus
on this damp, foggy morn
Their vocal would break the sound barrier
By it nature is torn

Fog caresses the valley
Settles loosely on trees
Exaggerates the silhouettes
Moistens all the leaves

The frogs have removed the silence
Their din walks on nerves 
They need another residence
Where...

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Written: March 09, 2024

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It's utterly aquiver and ambivalent
With is a glimmer of modesty
His fame stems from promoting peace
But who holds...

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    "Canvas of Demure Dusk"



Amber canopy descends
Twilight fades to dusk
Celestial heavens dream
In posh perfumed musk
Violet veil weaves
Mysterious essence glows
Moistens golden leaves.


*For Nette Onclaud's Wonder of Dusk Seguidilla Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Sept. 26, 2012. ...

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There's a time to chase the world,
and a time for the world to chase you...
the distinction between destiny and damnation
can become ambiguous as a dream
on the edge of twilight
when the world is watching you ruthlessly,
hungering for your nude heart,
restless to weigh and rent
the miracle of...

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BE

Be like the rain 
that moistens the parch land 
and revives the earth
Be like the wind 
that blows gently on hot days 
and gives comfort
Be like the water 
that quenches thirst 
and brings relief 
Be like the sun 
that brightens the day 
after the night
Be...

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The Heart That Bleeds Contest
Sponsor: Malta Forever

I've been lost and found and forgot where I should start,
it's all contingent on the circumstance of my bleeding heart.

Gone...no more...goodbye...

My veins twist and my senses expand,
as I walk by your picture on your old night stand.

Sure, there was...

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She assassin; smooth and sultry,
moves through the night air so swiftly,
her straight legs in the shadows moves,
she takes your last breath away smooth.

A red carnation's her ticket plus,
wine spirits moistens her mouth's
inhaling her blond in pipe -
a payment rendered for her plight.

A killer not. Murderer?...

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-Does ugly under rain become beautiful?-

she asks, watching luminescent liquid unfold over her fingertips.

-The tragedy is that what's beautiful in sunlight becomes ethereal in rain-

he says, silking his hand into hers until the same wet moistens both their palms and slips off 
their skin like...

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