Best Remains Poems

"THE ONE WHO REMAINS SILENT"

visions of happy encouragement and
loving growth I had been seeking-
I'll never know his name,
but it's just the same
he was the first who welcomed me...
for he was writing...and- I was writing…
and we were both writing for the exact same purpose,
intentions to enhance...

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Revenge sweet turning with hate
a brother rises striking blows 
landing hits brother in wicked deeds 
evilness within mans own soul

Cruelty crawling inside desires 
suffering greed of nations they plea 
Rise up against nations man at war 
tearing asunder God's creation 
People slowly murdering loveless

Pride a...

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...But there exists a much broader hate,
half the species, you see, do not rate.
I’m talking, of course, about the men,
how we’re seen as less next to women,
that our basic masculinity
is portrayed as criminality,
save for working women on the rise,
it’s okay for girls to act like...

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A Collaboration w/Silent One


Flowers you placed on the window
now wilt, crumbling in my palm
Their scent seems to have transcended,
accompanying you to the heavens

Your fragrance still lingers,
sometimes I hear you whispering my name
Shadows in the garden appear ... and disappear,
maybe hiding in an overgrown, decaying garden

Dusty...

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rabbit tracks   darting   coming to an end
      
                          saga scripted in...

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You died.
And nothing happened.

No whisper.
No light.
No shift in the air.
Only the room—
exactly as it was,
minus you.

I stood there,
expecting something.
A crack in the fabric.
A sign.
A sound.
Anything.

But all I found
was stillness
carrying on
without effort,
without care.

They spoke your name
as if it held weight.
But even that faded
before the echo could...

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My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.

The embers of my burning words
 wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing...

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~The ONE who remains SILENT II~
Original Poem written: December 18, 2016

I've written it before, and I'll write it again...

~My own personal quote~

“The ONE who remains SILENT, speaks volumes with his words.”
I don't wish to know his name, it doesn't matter to me at all.
to be...

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Darkness you have a funny way of shading the light 
colour coding from such a pit spinning the web of deceit 
clouds within suffering victims cry to the heaven's 

Shame on such corrupt souls poisoned by lies 
twisting truth shows bad manners condemning justice 
to...

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“The Promise that Remains”

It doesn’t matter that we have yet to met,
I know that you and I have something special
There’s a promise that will always remain,
You have my word to be there for you.

Always.
You keep from my dark past
With the kindest words I’ve ever heard
No...

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Memory fades like an old photograph
Primary colors bleaching out to brown
sharp edges melt like the sound of a laugh
lost in a sea velvet fog flowing down
round distant echoes of a pilgrim’s staff 
submerged in the deep, still, silence to drown
in solitude. Only the word remains
to...

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The pain and the anger invading your heart
could be overwhelming and tear you apart.
You choke on emotion, you feel it arise,
It comes unrelenting to moisten the eyes.

Alone and bewildered, there’s no one at hand
to bring you some comfort, who would understand.
There are no illusions; you...

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Here
In this centrifuge of sanctimony
Where I sip the atrophied air of my ancestors
The shipwrecked tide of my unborn children
Angels dangle from a precipice of silence
Strained by strings of a theoretical God
Sung by eyes of defiance
Which navigate the jagged epitaphs below
Searching
For that one sediment of salvation
That...

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December 29, 2014

sweet pea scent
her dolls still sprawled across room
bed unmade...

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Life's been good
Sometimes sublime
I've never needed more
Every day's a rhyme
I have lots of friends
Yes, money and fame
Escaped life's sorrows
No regrets or shame
I've cared for orphans
And assisted the blind
Taught eager students
Stretched theirs minds
Traveled all the world
Wrote a few lovely songs
Fought abject poverty
Many evils and wrongs
There's lots...

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