Best Pearlescent Poems

"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as...

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F  l  y  i  n  g

a sailing tailwind
in cerulean streams
through creamsicle colored beams -
are wings reflective of turquoise truth 
and...

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Close your eyes
inhale roses-
love-glazed steam 
of insatiable thirst;
place your thoughts 
upon my heart,
feel my 
voice s w i r l i n g
in sync with...

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POTD 10th May 2018

A dedication to our departed Mum, Anne Forbes.
 And to all the dearly departed Mums who celebrate Mother’s day on the second...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight...

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Calm is the silt beneath the waves
The measured heartbeat of the brave
It is the fragile petal born
From gardens of pernicious thorns
A velvety cadence under
The jagged...

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I hope you would still remember me as we were,

every time you see pristine 

passing pomegranate hues of the horizon.

When clouds smear our unspoken love...

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Soon, sunlight will yawn on the edge of dawn
and I'll welcome the warmth of his morning rays,
but never could I liken them to the great...

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POTW 22rd April 2018

 To right the wrongs of love no flawless gauge exists 
Though visions unfulfilled can leave one bereft
With tears of remorse for...

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clouds like sheep
grazing in the blue
scatter on the breeze

How marvelous was the first week of March in my state. The temperatures exceeded my hopeful expectations....

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In the moorlands of desires, 
I've forever sung choruses of
fertile faith, amidst the flock 
of bleeding birds, sprinkling
heartbeats on lush olive herbs, 
In the dream...

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Music and romance are camarilla comrades,
just like poems are my shield and arrows.
But not all lullabies of lovers,
harmonise like a street choir of angels.
If love...

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To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune 
to your illusive m a n t r a...

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I gaze beyond 
the silver winged 
     heart of 
twinkling twilight,
lost within metaphors 
    in warm cashmere
 ...

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I’m lost within words 
   unwritten between 
     pastel pages of the past, 
Yet I weave lyrical love 
...

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