Best Promise Poems

A promise should never remain silent.

In pursuit of our principal pledge -
I ponder her secret garden,
within the province of our paradise.

For her love is 
an Utopian secret supernova,
shining celestially -
through a canopy of olive leaves.

Where I hope to stand motionless, 
lost in her redolent radiance

so...

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He has announced his arrival. She waits,
Listening to the thunder cracking through
the layers of air. Looking at the lightning,
brightening and frightening the darkness away,
Lapping up the sweet petrichor that comes her way.
He gushes and rushes down to meet her.
In warm welcome, she opens up
to quench...

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I 
Will
Kiss you
While you sleep
Lady dressed in white
And melt your cold heart  made of ice

Then
You
Will rise
Liquefied
High into the sky
And fall as raindrops from God’s eyes

To
The 
Waiting
Buds below
Where now you will grow
With me - in the bloom of a rose


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'There is no silence in poetry.'

As I swing back and forth,
surrounded by an abundance of petals,
I still remember being a stranger,
in a foreign land.

Sun shone so strong that day,
as I traveled through the 'hustle and bustle,'
of pastry shops and fruit stalls,
until the path became narrow...

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The sun was setting with a breeze
Seductively sliding behind the trees
Watching his descent
Was quite the event
I witnessed a day to night striptease

He left me with the biggest grin
I must admit with some chagrin
Watching as he changed 
Glances were exchanged
I didn't mean to embarrass him

I just...

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I tried to create a poetic dream,
to fulfill our promise,
but we became a victim 
to fate's wounding ways.

My flower garden lies in ruins,
suffering in silence -
my lips unable to kiss her back to life.

In the demise of our destiny,
there is no reincarnation.
Hope fades with each...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
where a heart is free and the sky is wide
where time is slow like a rivers flow
and the crow that flies is your only guide
In orchards wild and row upon row
the pomegranates grow in the countryside.
Such dreams of peace...

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Streaks of anguish like drooping trees
Entrap pale hours across nightscape ,
Then crushing low  upon my feet 
Each leaf's motion reflects one bid
In neutral shades when moon withdraws--
That all around, on pine and lake,
My flame of hope enkindles breath 
To glint  beyond  November's...

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The soulful whisper of love’s promise
Is a deep but soft reassuring truth
Spoken while flowing like a flute
From within the soul to be heard
Another heart rests within knowing
This limitless promise is everlasting
To be shared in each valuable moment
Granted by each beautiful day to live
To cherish this...

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Jubilation of my triumph, comfort soothing sorrow,
Aspirations of my passions, today and tomorrow,
Reveling reveries-elysian that love brought to fore;
You are the gift I adore, smiling through my yore,
As tenor of forever-love reverberates in your sphere
When extolling you, dear, heartbeats-ardent cheer.

My dear, when I am with...

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For absolutely no reason at all
The storm was withered in the stagnant air
It seems so incredibly crystal clear quiet

Even if you wanted to paint ... no colors could express
Let this moment pass in quiet gratitude and joy
The real meaning of life bound with ribbon of...

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I gather images of Easter's sign,
     bouquets of varied thoughts and memories:
        emerging crocus, budding branch, and vine,
the flutter of the robin in the breeze.

Symbolic, too, the lily, pure and white,
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Storm
ominous, dark
thundering, mellowing, drizzling
rainbow, colours, arc, promise
 fizzling, fading, sizzling
radiant, brilliant
sunlight


June 22nd 2019
“Sparkling Diamonds” Poetry context
Sponsor: Joseph May...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted

Afore the overtures tubular...

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Flip flops and straw hat adorn him, beach wear suits him nicely
Kind is he to her as he scoops into a bucket measuring precisely

Casted are his piteous passions in sunstruck warm sands
Gently shaping and capturing her likeness, she is in skilled hands

Stooping over chin to...

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