Best Murkiest Poems

I heard her singing to the morn
Soft and still, as if meant to warn
Where the black night dwindles to day
There is a joy that’s sure to stay

Whisper of the bluebird in flight
Rising from the murkiest night
Honest as one who kneels to pray
There is a joy...

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Pride jumped into a frightening battle,
Too selfish, this war was never settled,
Almost so dark, felt like stars would rattle.
Inside, pride’s heart and spirit were mettled.

Pride rejected kindness and charity,
She listened to the dark world of conceit,
While I avoided her sincerity,
Knowing her dark vengeance was bittersweet.

Refusing...

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Upon my life, I do declare, my dear,
My Darling, Elizabeth, that I do
Love you from the depths of my soul to the
Greatest reach of my fingertips, from where
My boots tread, to the lengths my heart can reach.
My most Precious One, my heart sank like stone
Descending...

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To the mountaintop, the moon, and back
In times of peace and war, 
From daybreak to sundown 
Until the Mississippi River runs dry 
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I thought the previous version was a little too long, I feel that this shorter one captures the essence with less story.




A place to belong,
Neither here nor there
Shadows of one's self,
to shy from scrutiny
Aching heart,
Unbearable thoughts
In its murkiest depth,
A little child, crying
"Where is my peace?"

Cries...

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When I gaze deeply into your heart,
I see my own strength staring back
I see that I am worthy
Hugged in the warmth of its beat
I am attracted to your integrity 
To your passionate journey 
Of your flight to the stars 

Do you know...that it is
A fire's...

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The glitter surrounding our world
Has thinned out extensively 
To such an extent
That darkness has not only infiltrated
Through our borders, but,
Has completely invaded our essence!

The rampage upon our confused hearts
Has already started
And the darkness has made it such that
Evil no longer cares to wear its mask
While...

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Incensed Shadows

My silent quest for light through incensed shadows,
The first gift to creation by Omnipotent radiance,
Crusader seeks an astral beacon to rise above wooden rows
Unblocking healing springs of ambient deliverance.

Refraction’s womb, sunbeams float in puddles of colored glass
While all my harps on Babylon’s willow boughs...

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At one time I used to feel
What I now believe is not real.
This girl I knew once held my heart,
And it is from there that I shall start:
Our eyes made contact from across the room;
Like a siren's song, it spelled my doom.
She came to me,...

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Sad-faced moon rising...
painting in soft, bright silver
the murkiest ocean.



Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci...

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Life goes through a controlled cycle
All that live must die
Else, would we not be objects of shadows
Trying to accomplish feats which are so unnatural?

God, an entity which we have not yet understood
Is good to all of existence
Since He creates, He also needs to destroy
Merely to...

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Question the lustrous brilliance of starlight 
burning like flares in murkiest hours of night.
Ponder with skepticism that Earth moves.
I will accept it, though my mind behooves.

Tell me you believe that Truth can be a Liar,
but not for a moment think that I will conspire
with another....

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Tears fall, soundless memories, silent as dew,
Struggling from the morning’s gentle eyes, clawing
Through the promises, feelings blooming,
Like the blessings of roses, soft petals bathing
In the sun’s clever glare… 

As she erases the silence, the dew, liquid hopes,
Pleasures that burn through the sighs,
Revealing souls who know,...

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The heart, the soul
Are all aglow
With love that rains down
Hope and joy
Peace and passion from above
Lighting the spirit
With sensitivity, fulfilling
Every thought, each dream
Beautiful grace
Sent on the wings of faith

The wonder of a love
Flowing through the veins
Inspiring such trust
Belief that awakens thanks
To the One who gives
His...

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Hate is the souvenir from lips,
who echo darkness,
words like swords, piercing 
into soft flesh, hearts 
breaking beneath the weapon’s
sickening crack, words 
erasing the hope of ever
feeling worthy or worthwhile

Hate is the spiteful taste,
bitter as the vomited thoughts 
trembling on pride filled minds,
those who silence grace,
with...

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