Best Nightingales Poems

"At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said...

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I remember the day I became a poet.

In the magnificence of the submerging sun,
I glanced upon her admiring its majesty.
Amidst hues of clementine and lilac,
her...

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My love, do you ever know...

In your moments of hushed silence, 
I am your sound;

You are the rhythm
of the symphonic waves
in the vast sea 
of...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon...

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The moon dances 
on lonely nights,
to astral beams of
the clear quartz milky way~
I lay in an olive meadow
designed in fragrant
promises,
hidden between thorns 
and thistles disguised
as...

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when demons scream
fabricating falsehoods
i'll summon the angels
to help ease your mind

when you feel damaged
too broken to whisper
in dull blank darkness
i'll illuminate like stars

when dreams are...

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When nature wilts into 
                  a colorless haven,...

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WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND


Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies,
peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars 
shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog
attached to...

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The Voice…

On a dark night that was darker than my pain,
     nothing was there for me except to complain.
I hid myself...

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Dedicated, a second time, to our beloved Connie.

At twilight, prismed skies unfold  
Painting Earth in roseate light
Pastel hues brushed on clouds in flight

Pink threads...

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The Four Seasons…

It was spring and I was young when I had wine.
I was singing and dancing and doing fine. 
The wine was so divine,...

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Trudging under frozen starlit skies
Against stiff Winters bitter blowes...
When ambling up past frosted trees
From the wooded valley down below.

As stepping into a clearing glade,
Surround ragged...

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Motherland…

I am a desert, barren and hot.
Hoping for the rain, which I forgot.
Once, I was green, golden, and bright.
Nightingales singing night after night.
My fresh breeze...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went...

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As the weather softly turns
Beckoning in the Equinox
Clusters of colourful bulbs
Dance and sway in the breeze
Eagles swoop up on thermals
Flying high until they are specks
Golden...

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