Best Nudging Poems

The suns rays fade softly as 
daylight melts into night
and mysterious moonbeams 
glow even bigger 
as the moonlight stretching across
the waters mirrored surface

enchanting ambient beams...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing

o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,

the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.

A sudden shower would see...

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Walk this road with me by your side;
never will I lead you astray.
Yes, it’s I who whispers to you,
sometimes nudging you to change course.
When you're...

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Sweep then across the flowing sea of time
to stand unseen amid a stinking horde
and there behold the rich who turn away 
or groveling poor that...

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Spontaneous ladies,
embellished by eons,
illusive, enchanting,
with black velvet "eyes,"
and fringed yellow cloaks,
sparkling with diamonds
at midnight and dawn,
Oh, fly me away from
my grey-flooded days,
from the four-lane race
and...

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I listen calmly to him
Slowly nudging him on
As he expounds on philosophy
Hidden gems are revealed
Polished and inspected
This one owns a gold mine
This one has hidden...

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The boatman jabbered, “Ten rupees for each,
For a cool ride down the Chilika Lake”,
We egged on the elders, their child within,

The wooden boat, barely a...

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FALL INTO WINTER

The ducks lace the water's edge,
like ruffles on a skirt. 
Back-lit leaves in sunset, red and purple, 
fall cold upon the dirt.

The air...

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Moonlight glistened like stars on the snowy mountain lane
   Ascending to a mesa above the timberline
Horses from the valley ranch often grazed with...

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Awaiting Loveliness - Acrostic


L  Longing for the warmth of springtime days
O  over frigid gloom of wintertime,
V  varied memories come sweetly forth.
E ...

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Oh, March
you pompous windbag
howling in the hollows
of Winters fade.
Scattering Fall’s gold
across warmed mud,
billowing tree bound
plastic bag kites,
hoisting the weightless hawk.

Oh March
you city street sweeper
funneling debris
down...

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Stealth in the dead of night
His advance afloat evanescent waves
Gliding ever so gently
Hovering on a cloud of velvet
Lurking like a thief
His approach on pervading wafts...

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The Morning Speaks With Skylarks Singing

....inspired by 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas



The morning speaks with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadows and the pliant pasture,
crisp...

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Cranberry dreams upon a blue silk pillow of yore
Strawberry smiles upon faces young and poor
White lace trimming along the edges of a yellow dress
Caramel smells...

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As I walk through the graveled paths
When the stinging stones speak to me
Of the pain thrust on trampling feet
I see you in the unlit alleys...

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