Best Pour Poems

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,...

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You say, I’m too far, 
towards the far side?
It’s a hazard of my left-handedness,
that I see the logic in abstraction.
Worlds lay within worlds
and colors bleed...

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Far away in a
                land torn with war,
  ...

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I woke up that day with tears in my eyes,
after I heard about your father's demise.
Guess you've never understood,
the point of being his blood.

I remember...

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The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope

(Cant decide on title, so feel free to pick or suggest one)

She was all but...

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At a table in a garden, on a soft, sweet, summer's night
Two friends are sitting talking by the moon's reflected light.
On the table in the...

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I am the wind

You cannot see me but you can feel me

Breezing gently through your hair

Brushing slightly across your cheek

Whispering softly 'neath your ear

I am...

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Through eternal sun stars and space
My love shall find you I will embrace
Thru invisible realms and empty voids
There is nothing that my love avoids

Thru stormy...

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The path you walk I adore. 
Seeds I’ll scatter around,
Then from earth, blooms will pour 
to grace your precious ground.
A highway I shall lay for...

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Ink of life cannot bleed for eternity,
so I place dried petals in between,
crucial chapters of my memoirs.

When we stop breathing poetry,
our crestfallen pen, left in...

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Mind will always dream,
eyes will endlessly gaze,
lips will remain impatient.

Although, I've not met her,
the heart is a battleground
of anguish and angst.
Its cries, seeking the serenity
of...

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The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
Over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.

Stands the Combine in the...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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I don't want to be your sister

I don't want to be your mother

I don't want to be your wife

nor your mistress or a lover

I want...

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Oh! How like you, I long to be a singing lark
Who in the blue firmament like a tiny speck
Remains invisible, drowning the air in music...

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