Best Paling Poems

...Shifting haze, so slowly trailing
Through wood and field, now veiling
Melancholy skies, holding back the tears
With wild geese flying to meet other years.
Flames of crimson torches come flinging
Leav......

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...Dawn's new light
bursts forth from pillowed dreams
in  bubbling  chatter of  birds  and bees
breezing by morning glories in praise of first sky.
As paling stars fall silent in sleep beyon......

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...With melancholic fortitude
   I suffer Summer's threadbare wane
 Though just a stitch of Autumn's gown
Shows through these tepid, shorter days
      The weave of sultry memories
   Drapes warm n......

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...I rise when gilded starlight still replete the skies
Never have I beckoned hours of abstruse sleeping
I hear elegiac trills as a lone nightingale cries,
evoking memories that conjure tears of ......

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...Your loosened hair 
Gleaming in the benign sun
Roses in our blood inhale dense air
Decking up before departure has begun 
The green is paling one by one

It's the dance of death in colour 
A f......

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... 
it is cold and the flowers are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and rain is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is fading 
and birds a......

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...The day has been too long.
The promise of a scented dawn
Lost its fulfilment in the dazzling brilliance
Of a hot, bright sun
And the tingle of a moment’s rapture
Flowed rapidly into the throbbin......

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...Oh, this impish ill!
this mystic flock of ever-roaming pain;
You now possess fully
my body and my life.
I am at your full attention and mercy;
Do you not rejoice?
Are you not overwhelmingly tri......

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...Spring arrived, softer than the paling dawn
Wildflowers flourished across verdant hills
Bees were swarming, lush grass covered my lawn 
in the season of splendor, as God wills

Glints of gol......

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...Blue petals of a forget-me-not
juxtaposed against a white headstone
weighing heavily upon my heart;
I play my violin all alone.

Looking out of place against marble,
a blue as vivid as ......

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...‘Twas a grey november morning
When I climbed outside my window
To see my breath like dragon’s smoke
Swirl and dance away.
‘Twas bitter cold 
That autumn day,
And sickly sun wore mourning shroud......

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...I would like to know a woman well again.
And for her to know me just as well.
Each of us to  know the other
honestly, completely, 
openly and passionately.
To know in such a way
that would not ......

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Another streak of blazed discovery 
  tumbles upon this month's vanishing ember,
that I gaze at an abandoned coastline 
   washing off this season's tanned mist

with August dimming it......

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...I came out screaming from the womb
No I am not a malcontent, I innocent
Was slapped upon my nakedness. Gloom
Was the first thing I grasp, a dissident
             Wet and squirming in ackward lig......

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...Is there danger in the glow of the campfire?
In the strangers words not understood in the night?
Watch the drover move the mob before the morning light.
What's the thinking behind the yellow dog’s......

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