Best Nadir Poems

the night as black as a newly broken heart

      increasingly 
         the...

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"As water flows down when a faucet is turned on, thoughts and feelings pour out into a journal cleansing the heart" ~ By Poet

I keep...

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Can a god build walls on the horizon 
Hang chandeliers from zeniths above 
Let the ocean drain into the nadir 
Turn platitudes of doubt into...

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The pre-dawn stillness was temporarily broken by the sound of crunching gravel as boots meet rock like an orchestra of timpani drums,  beating in...

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Cascade Serenade

Surrounded by a forest of trees
As a bastion from the outer realm
An invisible glade that hides from man
But fauna hear the distant sound
Of water...

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Cigarettes and alcohol 
had washed her youth away.
The fresh faced girl, with the wayward curl, 
that I knew from 'yesterday'
had now been replaced, 
by something...

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I gave whatever you wanted-
Thy but took me for granted-
Neither you paid attention to the appall
This is an important call
Your earth I am, you dear...

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I stand neck-high tall
within the quicksand
of my infirmities.
Green and gaunt,
I hesitantly genuflect.

Ravaged tendons and corpuscles
are barely breathing
within the vacant corridors
of a soiled carcass.

My ardor for...

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The Matriarch

crying out beneath the earth
the cemetery seed
which dies before it has its birth
in a hail storm of need
leader of the fallen child
in nadir of...

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Live life zealously, it’s an absolute end,
There’s no afterlife and no heaven,
Beyond death, who cares where I’m send,
If it’s hell for me, let it be...

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Who would milk the Tigress
				
                				    wears...

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Watching from the shore for long, 
tides and waves roll with a rhythmic beat all foretold.
New blossoms of temple flowers bloom, 
As some did fall...

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CRICKETS IN HEAD
I’m a NeoPagan
From the Church of All Worlds
Dedicated to the celebration of Life.
I’m set on a land in the long run
Looking for crackets.
The...

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Erstime, ere bards nor Wondering Joyceters 
did glybb their gobs with glanjous tongue, 
Sir Slip The Most (a Figleafmoistner) 
was undangled…and his sling unslung.

‘Twas on...

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****** TRUE FRIEND*****
Yes, indeed you are
You are my brother
Despite our blood and race difference
We met from no where
But it seems we getting some where
Even if...

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