Best Permeated Poems

Walking through the land of shadows 
wearing my yellow shoes
With each and every step
I created color and hues

The shadows started retreating
As color permeated the ground
Out of the shadowy darkness
I heard a horrible sound

"You do not belong here
I command you to go away
You are in the...

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I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell
fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain.
A memory that I cannot curtail
wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again
it’s May. . . the night you came by the moon's light.
The air was permeated by perfume
from blossoms colored innocently...

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A Debutante’s Ball to Remember

In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night,
when I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight.
Family and close friends were all ready for my entry into society,
to celebrate it with a grand debutante’s ball filled with...

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Atrocious affliction trembles voices of anguish 
Brewing vile horror in death of tomorrow
Fearing for the newborn, women, and children
For yesterday’s massacre killed her husband
And the war-torn town screamed in agony
Wrapped in rags of shattered hopes,
Quivering hearts of disassembled valor
Incapable to assuage a hapless mother’s sorrow.

A...

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My love for you is magnified
By the curvature of my tears
I'm lost within the corridors
Of my loving you all these years

My tears are not filled with sadness
They are permeated with joy
You have helped me become a man
Who's connected to inner boy

Within the chambers of my...

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"In the echo of silence, the whispers of the Divine are heard."  By Rumi

I entered the winding path into the captivating vale
Surrounded by ice-capped mountains and ancient trees
Firs, larches, redwoods, spruce, and ash, all grand
I shouted in glee: “I’m here!” All around some Echo...

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Where did my life go ?
 
Oh, how I would like my life back !
It seems the fabric of time has developed a crack,
and through it, I seem to be falling.
Every day, work, work keeps on calling
and my days melt, one into the other,
no time...

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Not long ago, one midwinter day
The sky was bright blue, not dull winter gray
It lured me out, from my hiding place
For a welcome but needed, much change of pace

Heel-hound in tow, we made our way
into the woods, that clear winter day
The old path we knew,...

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It seems that politics today invades nearly every aspect of life,
And creates forlorn misery, pitiful stress and needless strife.
We can't enjoy sporting events 'cause its even permeated the sports domain,
All across this great nation from California to the rocky shores of Maine!
Over-paid athletes kneel when...

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Walking through the land of shadows, wearing my yellow shoes
With each and every step, I created color and lovely hues

The shadows started retreating as colour permeated the ground
Out of the shadowy darkness I heard a most horrible sound

"You sir do not belong here so I...

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Surely,
I had met those eyes before—
They had permeated passion with no pause,
No effort, no time in between
They had gazed upon what they knew was theirs—
Every kiss ended with another
I have known your soul in this sorry world,
And yet here you are—a stranger!
A magic indefinite

My senses...

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Today I fixed my gaze upon the sun itself,
no longer blinded or taunted by its presence;
 intoxicated and bewitched by your splendor.
A minion of the moon; always beautiful.

So easily you lift me past the midnight of my soul,
lighting this heart by the mere bidding of...

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(AKA - "Becca Baked My Birthday Cake")

Surprise!  Strawberry scents permeated the air.
Mountains of creamy pink lured fingertips.
Bewitching chocolate with fresh fruit inside, 
Luscious and succulent tempted watery lips.

Enlivened young children could hardly wait.
Tiny little fingers did not hesitate.
Dipping in the icing, a lip-smacking delight.
To...

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Dirty Hands

My white hands are dirty
Even if I don’t realize
My burdens light like my skin
I haven’t had the same trials

The house I live in
my manicured life
The things I don’t have to think about
While oppressed brothers deal with strife

Stolen lives, blood sweat and tears
Things haven’t changed...

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I conversed with the lone demon,
Who had asked for redemption on an earlier day
On this day her voice was mightier,
More brave, and powerful
She dared not sing in the presence of the Dark Prince,
But spoke freely to me,
Inquiring on Christ and His sheep
She too, spoke to...

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