Best Quatern Poems

Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
I’m sending to you on butterfly wings.
Pennies are wasted on a wishing well.
Pennies instead for sweet thoughts that you tell.

Oh, pennies from heaven as your heart sings
waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
and dandelion dreams you hope will come...

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A citrine leaf in lingered lilt
did savor breeze of sapphire whisk
as Autumn’s honey-secrets spilt.
A hopscotch star.. an ember brisk,

she sighed and fell— then took her chance!
a citrine leaf in lingered lilt
with wind-a-whirl in saffron dance
below the western cirrus gilt.

Before the winds began to wilt
and aspen...

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Each little drop of rain I see
goes plink plink plink into the pond,
then disappears so easily
as if I’d waved a magic wand!

Inside the pond’s refreshment goes
each little drop of rain I see.
How calm this scene, for no wind blows;
all thoughts mundane from my mind flee.

A...

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When leaves in whispers say goodbye
With a hint of autumn’s sun rise
Once of vibrant life to mutate
In combat with the chilling eve.

Soon to waltz within heartless breath
When leaves in whispers say goodbye
From mighty mother trees shaking
In fall’s perpetual cycle. 

No more gathering of morns dew
Within...

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Yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
In my mind they reside endlessly
like bright recollections rosy in hue
or the notes of a sweet melody.

Sorrow and pain won’t burden me, for
yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
Rich in blessings, I’ll never be poor.
Happy memories carry me through.

“Good...

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A thing of beauty on her wrist
was confiscated by a nurse
who looked for items soldiers missed
in places (and by means) much worse.

They branded her inside the camp,
a thing of beauty on her wrist
replaced by Hitler's horrid stamp,
a stinging band below her fist.

With teeming glee, Frau...

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Fall Tiptoed In 

Softly, last night it tiptoed in--
that wisp of crispness in the air!
I grab a quilt made way back when
and watch the sunrise from my chair.

The cinnamon breeze monarchs ride—
softly, last night it tiptoed in
and brought me thoughts of days gone by,
of marshmallows...

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The days, they come; the days, they go.
Like rivers on and on they flow,
not always smoothly. Some will be
quite turbulent, some trouble free.

Like clouds and sunshine, rain and snow,
the days, they come; the days, they go.
While some are pleasant, others glum,
they're life--no matter how they...

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How sad when things are too far gone -
when pleasures once you knew
are things no more to smile upon.
This plight for some is all too true.

Some souls are captive to their vice.
How sad when things are too far gone
and simple comforts don’t suffice.
To evil some...

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Oh, the forest whispers to me,
as stained leaves on the ground crinkle;
and birds chirp and trill in a tree,
but too soon those leaves will wrinkle.

As I walk the wind groans and moans,
oh, the forest whispers to me;
soon the branches will be bare bones,
the crows...

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Golden leaves of autumn delight
Where season flaunts hints of romance
Blazing passions of smitten sight
As themes chromatic swirl and dance.

Charming dreams of romantic eyes
Golden leaves of autumn delight
As twilight blushes on mauve skies
Lauding missives of zealous night.

While amber notions waltz in flight
Spurring thrill of flaxen meadows,
Golden...

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There is the calm before the rain
It’s almost silent all around
The clouds expectant in the sky
Foreboding birds are homeward bound.

The soldiers stare at looming clouds
There is the calm before the rain
And yet there’s tension in the air
Will all this waiting be in vain?

They know the...

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Memories on branches live on and on -
multiplying since the world’s first dawn.
Fresh and beautiful in spring are we -
buds that blossom on our family tree.

We all need a place to build upon.
Memories on branches will still live on
even though - like summer birds -...

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Breathing feather-whispers ever sweetly
upon my neck, oh, how he pleases me!
Irises beneath long lashes gazing
down at me are gold-tinged and amazing.

Near moonlit water, on a beach are we,
breathing feather-whispers ever sweetly.
Our legs are intertwined; my cheek is pressed
against love’s rhythm beating in his chest.

His fingers...

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Following footprints in the sand
Across the beach, down to the sea
I picture you, hardy and tanned
Always joyful, always carefree

Your righteous path is hard to trace
Following footprints in the sand
Such soft impressions waves erase 
I wish you could lead, take my hand

When you were with me,...

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