Best Post Poems

I wish I’d had the courage to ask you
why you treated me so differently to my sibling

You gave her private education at Norland  -
yet I did the same course but at the local technical college

You purchased a house for her  -
yet I had...

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A WISH -- In Memory Of 

"I Wish"

I wish I could blow air into your little lungs, 
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world. 
Hold your little body warm, 
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your...

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When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea

With weathered palm so deeply etched with every...

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You all see a romantic couple kissing
I see a lonely lamp post
You all see the blossom of love
I see a fading light
You all see the spring of love
As I see the terror of another lonely night...

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He is my inspiration.
Creator of Life, you are,

We extol your creative wonders.
We stand in awe at your wisdom,
We're compelled to pause and ponder.

Almighty God, you are,

Astonishing displays of your great power.
Your name for us is our shelter,
Our stronghold and our tower.

Sovereign Lord, you are,

Exercising dominion...

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Beloved
Close thine eyes, come wistful sleep,
I take thy blessed hand In mine.
Memories of night, thy Soul shalt keep,
of Lover's moon and stars that shine.

On balcony this moonlit night,
thy glory, shalt I hold close to me.
Thy wondrous eyes, that shine so bright,
into mine Soul of Love...

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‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree

Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy 
For it was  - very plain to see
She was - by far...

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Sorry I cant change
20 years old, time to die
mum moved the mountain


Entered in "Any poem you want to write 50 words or less" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger...

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POST HALLOWEEN

I’m a talkin’ bout them trick-er-treeters last night!
Dang kids cum up on tha porch –
Cum by the bus-loads
Up on tha dang porch!
“Trick er treet!”
Them dang squealee little voices!
Don’t trust none on ‘em
While maw’s a passin’ out nuts ‘n apples ‘n candee ‘n
  ...

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Happy to be here

Is there someone you know,
who's dark days only grow,
And they can't say, they're happy to be here

When a bright, new day breaks,
but, they're afraid to awake,
And they won't say they're happy to be here

refrain
And they can't say they're happy to be here

There's...

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Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I don’t fight them anymore – somehow they are a part...

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Post Mortem by David Lustrup 2011

Here I lay....dead
Icy ,black, thick blood, motionless in my veins
Yet i see from my eyes.
Numbness, this world of grey.

I hear the sound of birds wings--scratching, fluttering, playing in reverse.
I lay in rigor, the world goes by in scattered frames.
And the...

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Children have gone, house settling down;
     sitting and sifting through memories found.
How quickly life passes--a grandma now
     I wish I could reverse the clock somehow.
I didn't know how quickly they would grow
     into...

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Balconies From Afar

In a view from the balcony, above the aquamarine sea
All the gifts of creation are unwrapped, like bark on a birch tree
Where the strength of the soul is exposed to salt air, screaming in the sun
Look what exists from love, in each drop...

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The devil’s dry fields
dirt farm, not much yields
damn sun
one forlorn tree shields
Texas battlefields
the one
recline that appeals
low water reveals
not done

no reprieve day’s sun
no wind, land barren
poor crop
windmill slow to run
water still and dun
well drop
worn clothes overdone
unbleached and homespun
no fop

dry, dingy sweatshop
broken fence post prop
damn sun
blind heat...

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