Best Pseudonym Poems

A clutter of wood and dust and cobwebby corners,
And dappled sun shining through dirty windows;
On his work table a drawing; a project in progress,
And tin...

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you May-
think me odd    perhaps strange 
peculiar and off the wall-
but I
like to wander cemeteries

among    rows   ...

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I go into the woods to find my inner peace,
since a little girl this is my own special place;
my emotions held-  in the woods...

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childhood memory
in a country field of gold- 
birds chase me away

childhood memory
of lush emerald green ferns-
frogs leap and I run

childhood memory
of sweet coolness in the...

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A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars, 
In the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
Once, the People owned all the wilderness,
They...

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As I stood in my garden amongst my flowers,
       a parade of blue butterflies was drifting;
past my lovely brilliant...

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I stopped my car on the highway,
To watch the soft fading sun falling;
The end of another azure sky blue day.
A golden sunset is like a...

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a red butterfly
stirred me from my crimson sheets-
                 ...

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There is a storm brewing and it is in my head,
Words are swirling in a mighty roaring wind;
Like colourful leaves tumbling and twirling,
And then it...

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Original poem - For Grandma

You died grandma and my heart was broken,
At your funeral I stood there trembling;
And in the name of love words...

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Whisper to me, my love
And let me hold you to my heart
Remove your veil of death
And come to me the man you were
In my...

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and in my dream- I find myself in a lush forest
dripping wet with life, steamy and sultry
I am one with nature and with the aqua...

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      Before my flowing, poetic pen is hushed in Quietus,
And I have reached my journey's end with folded hands;
 ...

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The trees have put on their emerald gowns,
Oh, the lush dark green, the fresh lime and sage;
And all the twittering, chirping song sounds,
Of birds,...

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Between the rows and rows of tombs of your beloved gone
I cover all the bones that lay beneath me-
      ...

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