Best Rewards Poems

What has become of me?
Like a madman laughing in the rain,
wandering through fields of barley,
where ghosts whisper my name.

Hesitantly venturing forward,
reluctant to turn back,
loved ones...

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A homeless man played his guitar,
for coin rewards put in a jar.
 A lonely life he always led,
but in his heart a love he had.
...

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They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in...

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Ageless Seeds Of Simple Joys

When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can...

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Sir Poet, Hold True To Thy Gifts Long Given


Sir poet, why hast thy broken thy true pen?
Are not thy words intended to help and heal?
Pray...

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When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus...

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Why A Poem Is More Than Ink On A Page

Why a poem is more than ink on a page
its heart, soul and sweet treasure at...

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The garden of love bids tending
                 so often it...

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I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here...

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The room is scented, heavy sweet
Where we converge to please and treat
A lesson book we each have shared
On where to touch when we lie bare

Erogenous...

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As I Plot Just One More Day

Desperate as the waking at blackest dawn
I seek only moments within eternity,
for the day upon me is long 
and...

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Dandelions, daisies and golden buttercups
Carpet the fields, below a tree they look up

This colossus of wood with arms so spread
Capturing the sunlight, photosynthesis fed

Its reach...

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Death usually brings her own rewards.
More hugging and clutching, 
More appreciation,
More reverence,
More laughter.
More respect.
In some ways,
It is the best
Time to love,
A reminder
That we
Are all
Borrowed,
But we
Have...

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Red, red roses, you flowers of immortal love
You first blossomed in God’s Garden for Eve
In my garden too, you bloom so bright
I tend you with...

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O' Shadow, This Soul Dares To Ask Of Thee

O' 
shadow,
pray tell more
before midnight clock scores 
and in its echoes lays to waste
souls yearning for life's...

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