Best Respecting Poems

A listening sky overhead,
hears whispers of our words, unsaid.
And though, sometimes, we feel alone,
that mere existance matters not,
or that one life will be forgot,
a chain...

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I watched a dog fight back the sea
to chase a ball thrown on the surf
it sensed no danger unlike me
when I chased young dreams on...

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Sketch the sunset leaving today behind,
sinking in the footsteps of yesterday.
And feel the ripple of all life combined,
empty your thoughts; take all but love away.

Emblazon...

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Riding an elephant
Down the narrow trail looking triumphant
Scanning the golden landscape
Like Hannibal with enemies in flight
Sight from a lofty height
King of the jungle moving
With lioness...

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Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a...

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The best advice came from my hero
since our very first days on the Soup,
he said to me ....be true to yourself
don't try to blend into...

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Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a...

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Among,
The towering mountains 
Of 
menacing fanaticism 
And
In the midst of the shadows 
Of 
Constant fear
Agonizing humanity,         ...

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it's not the same anymore
this is a haunted place
all the living
happy and smiling
writing a pretty line
feeling sublime
but....it's a ghostland to me
drab
drear
desolate

poets I used to know
those...

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"The Silence Speaks"



Listen, 
the Silence speaks
to Souls that listen

Stranger things
have walked
before the cold distance

wars and plagues
hell and money exchanged 
the fires that have been burning

but...

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war
                        ...

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I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need...

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My Mother taught me
how to see through language, 
paper was rare, iron ink wasn't free
so she sold some jewelry for porcelain lettering, 
and we clapped...

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True love is
Getting up early every morning in the freezing cold
To go to work to provide 
For the kids and the love
Who was sleeping by...

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People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are...

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