Best Reservoir Poems

Draped in silent fog, is a reservoir of dreams
weathering each season, with a mystifying scheme  …
On a wind-swept shelf, she is silently sleeping 
Where...

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Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive...

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Inhaling, hushed, from hashed cigars
    my mind implodes in Malimar
        where Naiads bathe in caviar...

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The.isolated moon in the far arc of her epogee,
As she searches Earth's surface in cold winter's hemisphere,
She bites her tongue of protest of what she...

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Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a...

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Center Stage

It's hard to know exactly where to start. 
It's even harder not to think too hard or tear yourself apart. 
Life's not supposed to...

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Never felt obliged
To ask the soil for her thoughts
Before I planted my seeds
Watered and weeded and fertilized
With hands guided by my heart

Not only do I...

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You offer your smile when you see me cry 
Lending your air when I need to breathe
Becoming my heart when I need to feel
Being there...

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Memories Contest
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We built a remembrance sight just for you, dear sister,
   a granite bench with a poem engraved with your...

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Tacit love

I floated near her
Like I really, really liked her
Meandering silently
Breathing her fragrant air.

My wordless desire
Touched her loving profile
Long enough to win
A tiny courteous smile.

One...

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A baby was named this past Saturday
At a service that I attended.
On Sunday there was a memorial
To remember a life that has ended.

One weekend’s events,...

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One More Cuppa Tea 

to the unknowing
the cup is empty,
slightly stained,
laced with miniscule
cracks.  It has a glossy
sheen., polished
by life’s luster,
buffed and buffeted
by its burdens,
distilling...

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And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There...

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How deep is a wish from a falling star?
How soft the realm when two hearts give in?
A flash of light in a dark reservoir
When lovers...

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The heart is a reflection of the soul,
it suppresses the animal in Man.
It's the silent voice that says, yes, you can,
vetoing instinct, it gives you...

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