Best Pictures Poems

Dedicated to my little sister, Lizzy Pooh - Written while looking at a pic of her as a little girl

I love looking at pictures of you.
I stroke your hair, touch your check –
I even pat your nose and just grin.
Such sentimental heart peak
No better grin...

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I wrote this in memory of my uncle.


Flowers die and pictures fade,attempting
to erase every memory ever made.

Letters are lost while the clouds roll in,
letting the rain pour and the sadness begin.

Feelings are lost and people pass on,showing
us we're the one's who have to be strong.

GOD...

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Pour the acid in my eyes
 To burn the still frames in my mind 
 Take the memories away from me 
Because you don't exist if I can't see
To see the pain that you have caused 
Of course to you there is no loss 
Seeing...

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Pictures and postcards
crumpled up letters
memories of moments
captured in a nighttime dream

Picnics and flowers
warm summer breezes
whispers and kisses
captured in a daytime dream

Feelings are flowing, circling and dipping
creating allusions - causing confusion
life pushes on - pressing and pulling
leaving a memory etched in a restless mind

I wait -...

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Don’t fall in love with your pictures of love
For the odds are that you are mistaken,
Thinking that she must be this thing or that
The more sure you are, more likely taken.
Her skin coloration, the language she speaks,
Don’t build structure of dreams out of rubble
Strong or...

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I sit here reminiscing
Looking at my pictures of the missing

In this one, he’s in the first grade, with a smile that's wide and bright
That MISSING tooth in the center, he lost the previous night

Here, he’s in the snow, with it still falling from above
Look at...

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Just 
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Beauty spanning the years
As delicious to my eyes,
As Mozart is to my ears

Stunning, stunning...
Wordless to describe,
The visions of loveliness
As a doctor might perscribe

An envelope filled with love,
I thank my God above,
How ever I captured thee,
Will be a mystery to me....

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Poetry is my photographer's way of taking a picture,
my way of capturing the moments our hearts envelope
and need to express. It's a snap shot
of the before, in between and after seen now...
NOW, RIGHT NOW!...

...What - I - felt,
What - she- thinks,
What - he - will...

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The things you’ve done, 
I can forgive, 
But I will never forget. 
I know our love, 
Is very strong, 
But all things, 
Have a weak spot. 
Those pictures hurt me, 
Beyond belief, 
And I wish you would
Throw them out. 
Of you and her, 
Smiley and...

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White clouds sail across skies of blue
Like an ocean above, I view
Sailing, floating, just like a kite
Merging together, feels so light
Pictures in the sky, I create
As my mind tip toes around fate
A few light raindrops catch my eye
Falling from pictures in the sky
A smile emerges...

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Scenic seasons are right reasons
for us poets penning our songs stunning;
Splendid Spring, we sweetly sing,
Sunny Summer whispers warmer truths,
Famed Fall sheds its hued haul,
Then comes wan Winter’s snow sprinklers ~
Witty words paint pretty pictures.


11.03.2021




Syllable count: 8.10.7.9.6.8.8 (Sequence 1)

Checked with howmanysyllables.com


For Joseph May's "Alliterisen - 7...

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PICTURES OF HAPPINESS

Smile
summer
warmth
with me
and hold me 
close to
dance.
Sway me
spin me up
in sweet embrace
Hands to hands
we swing~
hop
once, twice
twist then shout
moving
left
to right.
Round!

Round
against
cool
light breeze.
Some  fresh blooms
swinging
soft
under
sunshine curve
and cotton clouds
red, pink, peach,
they blush,
hush!
Amazed me,
I run free.
My hair
rock
with the
winds.

Winds
echo
sounds
Ring! Ring
of ice creams!
Giggles
you
and me
rush to buy
cookies and cream,
licking fast
while grins
touched
our...

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Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days back in time,
Would not be all very  recent,
Last ones of grateful recline
To golden years so sublime.
You had an cheerful smile.

Mother, telling your picture...

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The grass was always tall and green,
Every day seemed like a dream.
In the tenderness of youth,
All of life rang with the truth.
Oh, the wind blew just for me,
When I ran so wild and free;
Cooled the sweat upon my brow.
It all comes back to me somehow.

Treasures...

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