Best Roll Down Poems

Barefoot we spend our time in spring,
Just giggling kids - how sweet the dream
When we, in love are blossoming.
We splash inside a cool fresh stream.
Our...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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If I could give you a rose for everyone you touched, you would have a garden
of roses.
If there was a person's name that represented Kindness...

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I lay down
A lazy Sunday afternoon
The first winds from the north
Blowing snow like a blanket upon our souls

I fall asleep, in a haze of dreams
Where...

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I watched angels fall from grace today
I wondered  how could this be
I looked to the heavens to  ask
How  could this have happened...

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Rainbows of Balloons
(the friendship song)


You’ll find me down by the river
skipping stones in tune
to the great firs that hum
when the soft wind touches
their tops with...

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tears roll down her face
yet she grins from ear to ear -
extreme emotions

27th March 2015...

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Have you ever pondered
shadows are made of 
softness, they are not 
hard surfaced like 
those of us existing 
outside of the white noise

unable to grasp...

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An angel smiled at me today,
I almost passed her by.
A tiny little slip-of-a-thing, swallowed by an oversized coat,
Face hidden by wind-tossed hair.

I wasn't thinking of...

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You frolic with playful abandon
Oblivious to obligation
Such wobbly legs prove hard to stand on
Chameleon charmed by temptation

I don't know why your halo's all bent
Your soul's...

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Like fallen warriors, 
we collapse side by side, 
glistening in the sweaty afterglow.  

Limbs still entangled, 
too exhausted to sing the other’s praise,
we stare...

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The morning seemed quiet when I got up from my bed,
The air was still, as I shook the cobwebs from my head.

I walked slowly into...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works...

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When we are walking…
and we’re stepping on a spiky ground,
Walk lightly without looking down or turning around;
Ahead of us always awaits the finest sand 
where...

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Rite Of Passage
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My Walk to Remember

My father takes my hand,
   tucks it in...

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