Best Ornament Poems

 "I shall be like a tree,
planted by the rivers of water,
to bring forth fruit in season,
my leaves shall not wither;
and whatever I do will...

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When all is but 
dark and dreary,
and coldness wraps the 
silhouette of 
my wooden surface,
I listen to the 
wafer thin whispers
echoing in whimsy tones-
when the...

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A coral pink design on glistening ruby tapestry--
Reminiscent of ingenuity of sculptor's blueprints
In scarlet-orange tinges and teal-green imprints
Hanging spectacularly in the cosmic art gallery.

You are...

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Stay steady and silently still, 
Let me adore what your eyes do to my shivering quill, 
I am led astray between my walls and your...

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The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue...

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we’ve spoken
it seems too long ago
yet I’ll never forget
that sad Christmas when I cried

a friend had hurt me deeply
he was an alcoholic,
someone you knew far...

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Oh sanguine

lost hopes

and 

dreams

each ornament renews

kisses, laughter, loved ones remembered
each ornament renews
victories, struggles, from bounty to barren
each ornament renews
cradle to grave, sweet memories rush back
each...

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"There are some who bring a light so great to the 
world that even after they have gone the light remains."

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Glowing orange, cloud coals burn
reflections into low tide evening surf,
slap lapping against scattered shells,
ripe fruits for hungry sea tramp's picking.
Itinerant thoughts, aimless as seaweed drift,
scatter...

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Her name was Anarkali, 
an eloquent carnival of legendary beauty.
a dancer in the court of Emperor Akbar.
Deep russet rouge blushed her red,
a silky smile on...

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  The flower’s image before me
                  stares

So...

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Going on a tram to Lattes*,
the tram rails winding this and that,
but first, Montpellier was seen.
Tall buildings, cream and white,
and the sight of seagulls
near bright...

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It’s that time of year again
when lights are strung, wreaths are hung 
and glass balls in every color and shape dangle,
sparkling from evergreen branches
in homes,...

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You are my a drop of cold water in the hot desert.
You are my only one boat to cross the Pacific Ocean.
You are my shelter...

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