Best Rapport Poems

Look...See how long nights are drawing in.
Dreary birdsong gradually abates -
Opaque dusk grows dim;
And just outside the creaky little garden
Gate,
Stood opposite the empty wood
Where the...

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the aura of day
appears on the horizon
a new morning breaks

As sun peeks through my window pane
and song birds sing their morning hymn
that echo of the...

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The Book

How good the night that darkens so
To guide me to my rest.
Where a favored Book lights up my eyes
As I nestle to my nest.

A...

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LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE

Outstretch above are blue skies and golden sunshine
as train of threads is softly thug and braid to a pole.
Behold, this sky...

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She's been gone for 16 years now
but her memory lingers on.
It seems like only yesterday,
I still can't believe she's gone!

From the first day that I...

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Donald, what are you doing with all those trash cans?
Building a wall Mom, I have some great plans.
Don't worry Mom the neighbor will pay,
I'll make...

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I’m Tweety Bird and ‘I tawt I taw a puddy tat,’
But what I mean, Trump’s nightmares fear a democrat,
I’m as yellow as your hair, tweet,
Feel...

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In my dream, appears a mysterious land from far away...                       
of the vermilion sky at...

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I was drawn to her in temporal depth of night,
glancing her way in beams of harvested light
But in mourning her, I wept behind shrouds,
concealed by...

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9/15/16


Across the lands and shores

Plants and spores

So much life in different shapes and forms

Many storms cold or warm



Always been an omnivore

So I eat vegetables like...

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Upwards you gazed, poignantly painting me
like no one had before, nor has done since.
Concentric white and yellow circles. Free
of any common bearing or pretense.

I'd seen...

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I awakened one morning with dawn's early song,
and found youth, over night, had traveled on...by poet

Youth can seem constant when days are sublime,
rushing through life...

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I dwelt once in a dreamy town, my land was alongside the border,
In a region of natural beauty, next to a crystalline body of water.

From...

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Writing poem is my special kind of painting
To portray all what’s in my mind and feeling
I write to express my happiness and sadness
To put in...

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Of course, art is always somewhat
subjective, breaking established rules: the artist
intuitively adding imaginary inches to a canvas;

a work in progress, riding waves, finding depth 
both...

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