Best Poem. Poems

I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried not to retract, 
but after so many tears 
I have to take that promise back. 

I write this Thesis 
after going through a lost photo album, 
trying to trace the...

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Come to me my beloved,
save me from life's brutalities,
so this heart can soften -
sparkle like a million fireflies.

For you hold the light
to illuminate my soul.
For you are the ceremony
and I the dance.
As you come near,
I'll spin like a mad man,
dancing in the rain.

If to touch you is a sin,
then I am a sinner,
yearning to sin...

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~The best poem ever~

Without saying a word I’m going to go where no one has gone before.
A twilight zone, only God and I know of. 

Without saying a word I’m going to recite the best poems ever.
Poems with no vision too stare. 
Quietly with a hum, only you can hear. 

Silent through my mind I...

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There is a poem in my heart,
that beats in different dialects.

Da ist ein Gedicht in meinem Herzen,
which flows freely through my veins.

Il y à un poème dans mon cœur,
that tickles the tip of my tongue.

Existe um poema no meu coração,
which dances with a million sighs.

Wo xinzhong, youyi shou shi,
that is suppressed by emotionless expression.

Mery dil...

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I have a little garden
growing on a page.
No mint, I beg your pardon.
I hope that there is sage.

It’s ideas I plant there
to see what they will do.
Each day I check to see where
some precious seedlings grew.

I feed and water them 
until they’re fully grown,
but sometimes on a whim
they’ve caught a breeze and flown.

Poems are what...

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 POTD 23rd June 2019

Maria Williams 
Presents

Dance to Love

A tribute to my Dad, the late - Wilfred Forbes

She danced with wild abandon
she danced without a care
With sun kissed skin, her arms flung wide
Wild flowers everywhere

I chanced upon this secret glade
while walking early morn
A sacred aura surrounded it
a jewel in the dawn

A type of place where...

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POTD 6th Sept 2019

When the dawn kisses the dew on all thing that grow
and that first melancholy thought, ponderous and low
questions any relevant notions to how Time flows
shattering dreams and purpose as onward it goes

~ Explain the unexplained ~

Scientific theories he questions difficult to comprehend
that Time is without beginning ~ Time has no end
To assume...

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The last poem…

Standing against the wall. 
The longest teardrop made its fall. 
Making one final call.
Never will I write about my letters again.

This prison is my pen.
*INK* My enemy~ at the same times my only friend.
*INK* My guardian~ the escort of words into my desires. 
This pen is my prison.

No longer will I let it...

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If only this poetry could define,
how your presence takes me towards cloud nine.
Your touch brings sensations that feel divine,
yet, my tongue is quiet, fighting this muse of mine.

Waiting for the moment our lips can greet,
your sweet voice takes control of my heartbeat.
I sigh hallelujah, as our eyes meet,
the taste of your mouth makes my life...

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My turds float like choc’late marshamallows
Just lurking about in the shallows
I guess that my butt
Is truly kaput
So doctor suggests bitter aloes

I questioned such treatment regime
Doc said it may keep my butt clean
Aloe on my finger
Won’t cause me to linger
And floaters will look like whipped cream

Doc chuckled and said “Listen here
Your floaters are nothing to fear”
Poop...

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I long to write a poem just right
Between the somber and the light
To tease the edges of a heart
To hook the reader from the start
Seduce them with a metered plea
A nuanced message: “follow me”
For I invite you to ascend
The peaks we’ll reach before the end.
To wander lost across the page
To tap the knowledge of the...

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Become my air,
pursuing my scent 
  in sweet fragrant  fields,
where devouring tastes 
   of bohemian spirit,
delicately descend 
    in subsistent sighs.
Distracting the 
     tones of silence,
from subtle susurrus echoes, 
like a tender 
    sakura breeze
kissing fresh 
   lavender blossoms.

Set...

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I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the...

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POTW 12th May 2019

Thank you for visiting my third Visual Video Poem, more or less a continuation of my previous poem – ‘The Dreamer’
(I invite you to view the complete production effects and the superb narration by Kelvin on the video above)

I LIVE FOR THE DAY when faith in ourselves will unshackle old beliefs
I LIVE...

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from beyond his
vibrant palette
that bore all his 
lifelong scars

is what I see
beneath his sky
and myriad
of stars

a scene of shades
and silhouettes
formed by the
yellow light

that hints at
The Last Supper
at that café 
in the night?...

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