Best Muffles Poems

The waves calm me down as I sit and wonder
For my love is lost in the stormy scurrilous sea
And I know my hapless heart to be torn asunder
As I wait for my true love to wash back to me
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The clouds move in to hide the...

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life is a guesthouse,
no one overstays their welcome.

As background music
slowly muffles into softer tones,
breaths struggle to appease.
Deep painful faint sighs,
fall like crumbling leaves -
I'm vulnerable like a naked tree.

Autumnal eyes gaze
towards my looming winter garden.
Heart is a paper bag of emotions,
now full of leftover crumbs...

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I am winter's nemesis.I fight it tooth and nail.
In my youth it declared a war on me.
When I licked that icy rail.
Winter has many weapons to choose from.
Fear not for so do I.
A call my shovel Excali-burrr
My Ranger has four wheel drive
But winter's arsenal is...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853


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Away from all the city's noise 
my body sinks into the marsh;
as birdsong trills of whispered hymn
I slide away among the trees.

My reveries in forest deep
are well concealed and hid from view--
with jazmines pinned on...

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Lyrics Cliché Image - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One


Lyrics to "The Sound Of Silence"

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound...

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a foreboding sound

          echoes in a thunderstorm....

                   mourners at a grave
       ...

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Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted 
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.

Traveling between the trees I stumble
upon one sinewy stalk in a lithe tuft
heralding the second coming of a lily.

May's slate gray 
muffles the air until...

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The deception of  “free verse”: Dreams II, Translation of Etiemble’s “L’imposture du vers libre” by T. Wignesan

“Free verse, free not to be verse” – Audiberti

My love is not blue like a lake
my love is not blue like a sky
but red swollen with blood
and of...

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Stoplight Fireflies


Stoplight fireflies blink yellow
over vacant intersections

Owls whisper on the mist
mime-like field mice listen

Soft surf muffles side step
clatter of crab legs

Feral eyes swallow
waning moonlight

A possum waddles beneath
blinking yellow fireflies.


©John G. Lawless
4/3/2017...

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I've never heard the sweetest sound.
Until this little friend I found.
He calls his girlfriend through the window.
And now I've heard what he must know.

The sweetest sound a heart can make.
It starts out loud, walls almost shake.
Then he begins to call so sweet.
In hopes his and...

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My friend came home to come inside.
Where he knew that warmth and love abide.
And he could sate his appetite.
And know that it will be alright.

He knew his human worried so.
Each time he said he had to go.
The back porch light would soon be on.
To know...

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Do you know how much I love you!!!
Do u know how much I care!!!
Why don’t you love me!!!!
She screams
She throws the vase at the wall
It shatters
She walks towards the small little boy
Until there face to face
The little boys body trembles
His mouth opens
Mommy I do---
Smack
the little...

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Setting: a cafe, chamonix, in hand a tea.
Across- a woman, seated, not seeing me.

Embarrassed I am,
that I, a questionable I, 
like a lamb: 97 and 1 kilogram,
am engulfed by her,
like Noah by heavanly mer.

Can I help it?- No!
That this Helen
this doe 
or maybe Annabel of...

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Beneath the low muffles
Pedestrians shuffle
An average city day
Of hustle and bustle 
A lovely days stroll
With no place to go
Still the worlds moving fast 
But I'll remain slow
Because theres no movement
Unless I stand still
To give my heart a chance
To understand what it feels
The brilliance of designs
Engineered...

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It's past midnight; the witching hours
 softly creep through the darkness.
 Music muffles out of an open doorway,
 shadows thump as hearts beat.
Seeing fluid bodies merge in time
 I'm the wrong piece in an incomplete jigsaw,
 watching chargeless as giggling electrons
 attract and repel, weave...

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