Best Murmurs Poems

I gather in the scarred 
and broken forms,
the lipped imperfections
that score the wind
to give voice to an evening. 
I see through the lesions
that open to...

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The Maltese Moon,
she draws my eyes
to shapely orb
in starlit sky
she smiles at me
with wanton grace
and spills desire
upon my face
I'm all awash
in milky glow
sacred secrets
Mine to...

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Calm is the silt beneath the waves
The measured heartbeat of the brave
It is the fragile petal born
From gardens of pernicious thorns
A velvety cadence under
The jagged...

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Cold, so cold, as everything seems to enshroud me 
encasing light, the flame of life - darkness within.
Slivers of blue, ice my lips, like a...

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Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum, a thunderous beast,
Playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide, dreams just out of reach,
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles...

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On the beach I found a seashell
luster of colors mixed with gold illuminate 

Washed by the sea millions of times
tides turn as gentle footprints remain

I...

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water
murmurs softly,
through the cool of exhaled
breath, against the stones it whispers,
secrets

secrets,
gently spoken,
lonely unbeckoned words, 
hidden deep within broken hearts,
aching

aching,
melting sorrow
pours viscous and endless,
caressing emotions that...

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Heart yearns for a remedy to help it unwind,
as thoughts drift to forgotten forests of the mind.
Distant visions with hues of a sepia tone,
soul senses...

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Since you have washed over me
~

Drifting on a meandering stream
where clover dance and ripples direct my thoughts
to the promises of a new day

I dream I...

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He writes His poems in the sun…
Streaming through the trees at dawn.
He pens a beautiful stanza…
When the deer takes graceful flight.
He rhymes the words that...

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Just as bees squeeze like watermelon seeds
Spit across apricot fields
My wife and I on Friday
Join the lines of highways up north

Pulled by hilltops to the...

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This night, I walk within empty echos
Of waist-deep weary fog, sinking to
The crumbling floor of futility;
Dripping minutes bleed through cracked
Rusty hours, as wafting feathers 
Of...

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...carries the wilted weight of autumn
                   ...

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Grace and Solitude

Peaceful stillness covers me - wide eyes embraced when I see
Luna rise up with her pale face, with a humble yet simple grace,
That...

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The.isolated moon in the far arc of her epogee,
As she searches Earth's surface in cold winter's hemisphere,
She bites her tongue of protest of what she...

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