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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Old man


he lived over there
in a house of dreams
		                ...

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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...

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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...

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In the land of finite, measurable calculus of existence,
You are a silhouette of mystique, esoteric obscurity,
A symbol ambiguous, living among realm of precision, 
Unreachable to...

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There's a magic in snowflakes, 
yet their majesty is only momentary -

just like you, 
          ...

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