Best Plutonic Poems

Rising from sylvan embraces
solitude
of the wild, wild wood
hunger burning deep within these
caverns and temples
within my misunderstood being;
haunted by you
touched by you
satisfied only by the
sweet nourishing currents
that course through your veins;
Soaring down from the mountains
on heavy black wings
in an avalanche of gabbro
accumulation of my dormancy
your scent
your...

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Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls

Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite
Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt
Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit
Silver swells - Ribbon Falls in pure ice melt -
Ephemeral streams slowed beneath Orion’s belt.

Thin tulle mist from autumn’s gossamer Bridal Veil
Flutters, bathing...

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Your chase!
Reminiscing on the oceans I had to dry up
and the volcanos I had to ice up
just to capture the epicenter of your heart
well protected by strong canines
of your carnivorous standards.

Hanging with the clouds of the highest heights
and combating with the dragons
of the Amazon Forest
was...

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Ouivre, ouivre,
my Ovus Star,
a bit premature 
immortal,
for there we are.

Again, and again,
we do sojourn.

I am yes... so 
terribly in love,
but a bit ironic.
Our path as one
harmoniously, plutonic.

There are many, many
foundations Elemental.
To you my Heiroglyphic Monad,
a bit John Dee, an Angel at the 
Window.

If thee suffer,...

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Finally May Find His Fate

Read poem about priest and did wait;
I always knew that it would be great;
My face feed;
Another read;
In my poem he finally found his fate.

Jim Horn

Crave and Became Slave

My life in wide circles went round and round,
And pretty soon I started hearing...

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How does one traverse the distance,
Between two hearts separated by love?

How can one pass the infinite expanse 
Of time created by their loneliness

Will their longing and heartache
Explode Like a supernova

Creating a vortex 
That sends them both spiraling 
Into an abyssal plutonic existence

Or will their passion...

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War mars the face of man.
Though this be known to all men
we realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
have made red their faces,
have conspired anew to despoil
summer's increase, 
overmuch not caring
for those about to dye
crimson Plutonic plains,
to expire in the dark.
War, Mars, the face of Man?...

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Is it blind or can it see? 
Is it real or is it fake? 
Is it give and take or not?
Agape, mutual, plutonic, or what? 
What is love supposed to be?
For a period or for the keeps? 
For the rich poor or for all? 
A...

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Grows and Did Decompose

Each seed sewn we suppose always grows;
Dies and then eventually does decompose;
Make room,
To bloom;
Is something surely that everyone knows.

Note of Thanks To God

Note of thanks  to gracious God  we did write;
Into His combined  community it would invite;
He is ...

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Three women
with the same chin,
and same ears.

The last of the three
has less likeness to the others,
her eyes will not fit
within their glancing windows.
although she is almost,
she will ever be not quite.

One, the one with the chin
as soft as a pillow
I could speak to
and she would...

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when i was a sage
would want to take advantage
of poems i manage

while being a sage
would write my poems page by page
which was latest rage

with capacity
poems had much tenacity
for sagacity

had a head with bone (Bonehead)
either against wall would stone
or leave me alone

when he was a priest
together...

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War mars the face of Man,
Pitied, unpitied. Though
This be known to all men,
We realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
Have made red their faces,
Have conspired to despoil
Anew summer’s increase,
Overmuch not caring
For those about to dye
Crimson Plutonic plains,
To expire in the dark.

War, Mars, the face of Man?...

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when with much plantage
would want to take advantage
of poems i manage

while being a sage
would write my poems page by page
which was latest rage

with capacity
would have much tenacity
for sagacity

had a head with bone
either against wall would stone
or leave me alone

when he was a priest
together puzzle had...

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Written: February 22, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama

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Skating upon Saturn rings,...

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