Best Noons Poems

Said the moon to the sun
   I was the first across the sky to run

Said the sun to the moon
   True,...

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So sweet your Venus kiss had felt
Under the silhouette glow in fair July
When your coral lips would burn
My forlorn face with a bright smile.

For each...

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Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories...

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Proud I am children, proud for sure, proud of day and proud of night
I can finally turn the key in my own door
No latent echoes...

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Fall Of Autumn

The deep south, confused summer, autumn's blight,
Nature's microwave is on overdrive,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Escapist schemes, routes north relief, connive.

Red...

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Falling in single droplets yet forming one heavy downpour
Yet cometh from nothing much more than vapor
Thudding on the roof like a May Day cry
And taking...

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A friend named moon

What a boon!!!
My friend named moon...

Please dont leave the sky so soon
Kindly join in as I play to thou this 
tune
As we...

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I live in a town where all things go in
reverse. The bushes grow reversely,
shrink smaller back into seeds, and roll back
into the past-life seeds. The...

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Yesterday, time stirrred of reveries when
All of Summer brought colours bright;
My love's longing roamed this place, yet
Troubles whipped our days; in a rush it ...

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Awfully splendorous fallen-leaf paintings on landscapes!
Ultra momentary changing of sky colors and shapes!
Trees, true forerunners, paving paths for the winter princess!
Umbrellas bidding farewell to the...

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A bright green breeze rustles among tired trees,
	Through the wide window.
Fall morns and noons find a dearth of bright blooms
	Through the wide window.
Hellish heat before...

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when this endless anchal of dhanekhali sari 
continues to make dip-swimming 
in the bottomless water of the paddy 

and if into the colour of her...

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Ha, Ha, Ha.
It's getting better now, days of wine and roses,  dates, and alpine courses.
But through the haze of lost days, mornings, noons, and...

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My Pond in a slum

 

My pond will always be in a slum

to quench the thirst of my people

My garden will always be there

to spread...

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oh fettered women,
do you walk symmetrically?
lining up your steps with calculation/closer to death, end of the day

oh faceless noons,
do you tread me and my flawed...

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