Best Pages Poems

Like delicate white swans were they,
the white swans of a grand ballet -
ballerinas waiting in a row
underneath the candlelight’s soft glow.

But what are ballerinas with no parts
to make them dance? The poet gives them hearts!
Inking pirouettes and sautés onto white,
she gave them words to spin...

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In the recollections of my journey thus far, the tattered pages of my life flutter
in my mind.  Like snapshots of times and places in black and white and color.
Haunting faces and glimpses of places.  Sad narratives come to mind along with
stories and the...

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I take for granted all that I can do
Thinking that what I have has all been earned
Instead I should be so thankful to You

A spirit of pride is one that is learned
I start to believe the things that are said
Thinking that what I have has...

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as a child I had an unwritten history in this world
blind, wailing and unaware, totally helpless
crying is all I knew of life at that time
deep in my throbbing heart a love was born

every day I was kissed and hugged by mother
full...

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I picked up my tube of super glue
In hopes of piecing together
Sad lonely broken you
As I sifted through the bits
I wasn't sure what to do
Although there were many pieces
I was missing quite a few

Looking back to yesterday 
tomorrow now and then
I Kept searching and searching
over...

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  THE NEWS 


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Life Defined by Moments Blindsided
written by The Broken Hearted

Read the news today. There is blues                  Obituary    
today. Agony in whatever we...

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Moonbeams fade from the depths of night
giving way to dawn's rays of light
Sunrise dries morning's tears of dew
but not mine of sorrow and grief
I search for comfort and relief
Solace in glints of life anew
Each day provides an empty page
where hope is a balm to assuage
and...

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I open the book of time once more and again,
where pages are engraved in my mind;
the worn old pages-   all tattered and yellow,
oh, here is the house of my childhood;
and my memories come twirling . . .

The smell of old wood and the...

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Seasons come 
And seasons go
In all of the above
Her colours flow
 
Just like pages
In a book
What the seasons bring
Are worth a look
 
Spring brings life
In many ways
The sun radiates
From warm awesome rays
 
The summer oozes
With blooms and colours
Greenery greens
Canopy covers
 
The winter decides
Who lives and...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"

                                    ...

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Lost loves remembered from pages turned brown
They read like letters from scattered debris
I tear them from love's book to be thrown down
To build their funeral pyre for me
These yesterdays I have folded in time
To cast in the flames where memories cry
Colored smoke floats upon the...

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As I place the pen
on paper
my soul beings
to bleed
upon the pages
my secret longings
hopes and dreams
of which I hope to be,
how I want to reflect me
transpire into the universe
within my poetic lyricism
the warm sweet smoke
of my vega blunt
swirls about me, flickers
in and out of motion
as the...

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Young and naive from a distance her heart leaped to its highest peak
On his terrace he'd sit lips utter words if the pages could speak
Her eyes showed ruby red as held flooding tears, so very weak 
Quiet and steady she kept silent cries to touch...

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This morning, I opened a drawer to my yesterdays
of crumpled poems half written, but thought I'd tossed
Here I am, reading them, through a tearful haze,
and remembering nights I wept for love I had lost

I flattened the pages, one by one with fingers shaking
A sonnet pledging...

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Cast upon a book
Her angel eyes
Within her mind
This beauty flies

She's not restrained
By earthly woes
Within her mind
Imagery flows

In this garden
Beneath morning star
Wings to paradise
She travels so far

Look of serenity
Yet inside there's heat
On passionate pages
Her heart skips a beat

A sweet knowing smile
Spreads across her face
Imagining strong hands
Removing...

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