Best Perspective Poems

I stand about five feet eight
I'll admit, I'm a tad overweight
Drive an old pick up truck
Not one to pass the buck
At the moment have a dog for a mate

Dropped out of school at eighteen
Got married in a pair of old jeans
A father of four
When I...

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     ~Poetesses and Poets, Divine~

All over this great planet we live,
Penning our thoughts, and love to give!

With our hearts, as lanterns so bright, 
Writing with hearts into this summer night.

Pen thee, then, of nature’s fine beauty.
Quietly, we are world Muses on...

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Don't bother me with conformity
don't bother me today-
with things I should (or shouldn't) do
or what I shouldn't say!

Don't bother me with conformity
my house is not “obscene”...
Orange, purple, and lavender
look lovely with lime green!

Don't bother me with conformity
I'm much too happy, carefree
to wonder why the neighbors...

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How fast to wiles I fell my damask rose,
awake from slumber slept untold ages.
To gaze so deep in ocean eyes repose,
and print whispered prayer on mind's pages.

Your soul in gleaming shadow found complete,
a thirst no other want or wish contrived. 
Nor cherry grown upon the...

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When I am nothing, a no one,
when nobody remembers my name -
will you give me a purpose to remain?

When I can no longer run,
will you carry me over the line?
Will you teach me how to tread slowly,
upon paths I'm yet to discover,
will you bring me...

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They hide behind mountains of ignorance, 
judging within a valley of selfish love.
Among weeds where flowers refuse to grow,
to the mercy of hypocrites -

only we can set them free.

As we poets prepare our pens,
in the ceremony of a new dawn,
let us flow like a million...

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Paint me blue like the sky
rainbow's smile; thunder's cry
clouded curtains rife with rain
till shroud is lanced and bluebirds fly again
     Wistful moods in mahogany frames
     melancholy painters with undiscovered names
     rearrange reveries in...

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My shoes have traveled miles of roads
Their soles are worn quite thin
Struggling with this heavy load
I carry deep within
Beyond repair, no longer shine
Scuffed with many stains
It's mostly been an uphill climb
Some sunny days, some rain

A little big when they were new
With ample room to grow
This...

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Where on Earth or far beyond do we poets go, you ask. 
My thoughts willingly stretch my imagination with this task.
I would reply...in any direction our ink chooses to flow.
To the light of dawn or to dark telltale shadows of Poe
There are no boundaries that...

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I remember clinging on to the naked branch,
which had been my home since the season of birth.
In my days of botanical glory,
flourishing and nourishing in nature
I would spread my vibrant wings of luscious green,
blooming alongside a canopy of compatriots,
shading the world from bright sunlight.
At night...

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Old man


he lived over there
in a house of dreams
		                               alone

	every day
	he fetched his mail


I woke...

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So much to know, so little time to learn
To think of all the unsolved mysteries
Still trying to understand all that we know
How sad, most go through life just passing time

Our life is but a tick on time's big clock
We, less than a speck of cosmic...

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To be loved
is to be a wildflower
blooming in springtime. 
How wondrous to be much desired
by all the honeybees in the meadow. 
There's no greater wealth on all of earth.
That feeling,
that inexplicable feeling
is like being all wrapped up
in warm sateen sheets. 
Oh, what a thrill it...

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Now, when the day is cool and new
While fragile light is still allowed
My paper captures views of you
Your eyes, the shape of shifting clouds

While fragile light is still allowed
I sketch your hair as blooming trees
Your eyes, the shape of shifting clouds
As rain replenishes the seas

I...

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Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.
George Oppen

If it wasn't for poetry,
how would we portray stars of clarity?
Moon would appear silently...

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