Best Muse Poems

The worldliness within the sphere     
reflecting morning light, 
as poignant as a single tear 
idea bright is crystal clear 
and frames the heavens in her sight 
though soft the fall through night.

Settled 'pon a leaf flirtation     ...

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(For My Younger Self)



You have forgotten your muse.
You neglected her, in the hustle and bustle
of city life, in trying to carve a niche,
driving yourself too hard -
thinking it could make you rich.

She grieves.
Don’t you see her? She grieves.
How she longs to reunite with you
but you...

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What if love is my muse,
and you are the rosy
red poem in my soul?
Will you lead 
my ink to feel 
your warm air—
thaw hail in 
this iced mind? 

When dim rays 
fall as pale hues. 
I sit and gaze 
at the calm
halo of the moon,
in...

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Two hearts bleached by the sun
        A Poem's - fallen wish
               The Love 
          ...

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Dark Knight-tress 

Underneath 
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A fortress of gloom
Not even death wants in
Black nail tips
Brownish plum lips

I close my eyes 
I see them all
The Shadows
Climbing over...

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She Touched The Water

My muse
touched the waters
of a spring fed river
She had a special gift to deliver
Releasing the inspiration 
from deep within her
She said “ Drink please witness 
about saint and sinner.
Surrender your mind 
become a true believer.
The line between real and fantasy,
you can make...

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Running beauty rippled in crystal white
No whisper in the air, just a wondrous sight
My eyes ascend in awe to a far light
Small and empty observing such a height
Nature in colours captured in delight
Ready to be filled with bliss and insight
Melt in silence, a faint soul...

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Sensing and yearning allure of daydreams
My musings amble in meadows of themes,
Sometimes wowing ebullience of dawning,
Sometimes luxuriating in moonlit evening
Gazing lambent skies of stellar twinkling,
Inviting me to echo my inner most feelings;

Of whispers romantic when love is courting,
Of giggling streams and blossoming springs,
Of resplendent autumn’s...

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All lovely words
when understood

All so misconstrued
silence envelopes our delusions

Desire, we lust the attention
at the forfeit of philosophy

Love, we crave at Kings expense
	at times
		Sacrificing those whom love us true
			spilling blood at humanities alter

Romance, we desire for loves embrace
knowing serpents sell snake oil remedies

Beware the soft spoken...

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Your mind's in knots,
as stress plagues thoughts.
On hope you cling,
to bloom like Spring.

Its fine my dear,
nerves can cause fear.
Don't be so scared,
gifts must be shared.

Your smile is cute,
when you are mute.
No need to hide.
I'm by your side.

Let the world hear,
your tone so clear.
Your will is...

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What if love is the religion,
and heaven a voice 
with no ego; 
synchronized in 
harmonious hope,
speaking dialects
of kindness?
What if hell is a myth, 
and evil lurks as shadows,
dressed in greed 
and insincere speech? 
What if there’s no fine line
between dusk and dawn?
no strained streak between
darkness...

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An echo of lovesome passion, an inspiration of unborn theme,
A muse hypnotic, adept at composing aspirations of my dream,
Omnipresent voice of being, poetry is my love, eternal as time,
Shaping expressions of mind, embellishing moments sublime.

Strumming music enamored, resounding from tenor of heart,
Humming chorus of life,...

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In the endless expanse 
of what exists
and the magic of what can be...

fantasy is the luster of opalescence

conceived in a continual curve of mother-of-pearl panache 
spinning through a sacred spiral in effervescence
they arise - in bare necessity 
and break the surface -

perceptions of prismatic potential
bending...

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My mind has wings and wants to fly
into galaxies where stars streak.
Aloft on whispers and a sigh
a hint of stardust on my cheek.

Into galaxies where stars streak
aurora borealis gives me flair,
a hint of stardust on my cheek
starlit diva with solar hair.

Aurora borealis gives me flair
through...

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