Best Onrushing Poems

Steel resolution, made a thousand times
To reach across black rift between closed hearts
Carefully constructed, a thousand lines
Rose incantation, enchanted restart

Dim hourglass of the blind excuse dancer
Clings desperately to its final grains
Dark wolf’s mouth slavers, he smells your cancer
Speak now, or forever we keep these pains

Knock...

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" When one least expects...hope illuminates"                 




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A Mother's Love And Her Lament

Before the break of a winter's morn
tired, it is dark, dank and cold.
With sad, eating thoughts so forlorn
wonders how quickly she got so old!

Up she races in her worn, torn gown
for her children must soon be fed.
With more food to...

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Each time has a special place
And every such place has its time.
When nature seethes with strangeness
Where the mind in exquisite isolation halts itself and listens
For the rumblings of a something large and not easily defined -
Stop! Softly now, feel how close it is.
Something's coming, be...

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Those born into a family large will know whereof I speak.
Your chances of donning the newest clothes was very, very bleak!
Alas, hand-me-downs became a tradition at our humble house.
Being at the end of the clothes chain always made me grouse!

I had the dubious honor of...

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Impromptu night journey into snowy 
wood
Face laced with scarf; head covered 
by hood
Sturdy mare blanketed; each foot 
shod with stud
A swift nod, gentle tap instinctively 
understood
Gallant mare plows forward 
furrowing ice and mud
Chilled air quickens my pulse; 
thickens my blood

The howling wind around the 
swiveling...

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A constant reminder of what’s surrounding me
The vacuum of evil that seeks to suck me in
That the light will fade and I too will cease to be
Along with my warped blank paperweight twin

I walk in the omnipresence of his gnomon stair
The onrushing day’s crowd evades...

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They call it shuffling of the mind
when other eyes are turned;
Other visions call upon the history 
that is their very own, allowing us
to see, to share, to grow.

Onrushing Earth
will ride the tides of time 
disclosing newer cries of childhood; 
hearts will sing again their Kyries
while...

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Across  the  windswept  sea  swaying, 
                      tossing,

sunlight strews diamond dust, sparkling, 
        ...

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After serving six long hard years at Methacton State penitentiary...

as mini reunion number 
XLV fast approaches 
Saturday, April 30th, 7:00 pm 
until 10:00 pm
at The Trappe Tavern, 416 West 
Main Street, Trappe, PA 19426
regarding graduating alma mater 
brought to forefront 
of my awareness, 
though yours...

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I found 
                  Love


when you found 
                   Me.
Together 
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Guilt's Living Tunnel
                     by Odin Roark

From one's everywhere-platform
An onrushing subway beckons attention

Strange colored lights constellating
Rising from infinite subterraneous distance
Its massive black face bearing down
An overwhelming...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...



The Vision of the Overseer’s Right Hand
by Michael R. Burch

“Dust to dust ...”

I stumbled, aghast,
into a valley of dust and bone
where all men become,
at last, the same color . . .

There a skeletal figure
groped through blonde sand
for a...

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Bright light pervades the tomb.
Wrappings neatly folded, laid aside.
Perfect Son of Man resuscitates;
Adorned in power and majesty.
Darkness of death irreversibly erased.

Salvation in Christ’s sanctified being.
Lamb -  head-to-heels immaculate.
Brilliance of dayspring greets groom.
Perfume of heaven saturates atmosphere;
The Rose of Sharon satisfies.

Lambent Messiah cast off sin.
His...

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12/06/2020 03:41 PM.

Imagine a long and winding line
all the way to Jabip
upon the handle of small grocery cart
envision mine white knuckle grip,
as the misses commandeers
moseying up and down every single aisle,
whereby an electrocardiogram
would indicate spiky sinusoidal blip.

I experience social anxiety
and feel like screaming aloud,
particularly when...

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