Best Root Poems

I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried...

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Grace-full is the lily born of virtue’s milk 
Inspiring me with petals pure in my hour of need -
Vow and vim of passion vivid and...

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Once Upon a Purple Sunrise

Pretty as a Periwinkle,
in your frilly summer frock,
the one with purple polka dots
that matched the cool of early dawn.

Haloed in hazy...

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I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated...

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These trembling lips cannot bear to remain mute
when their quivering begins in my deepest root
Surf upon the wave's crest of a stimulating ride,
Enter my secluded...

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Can you count the times you’ve crossed me
And divide it by the times you disrespected me
Then multiply that by the times you hurt me
And come...

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There is no difference,
the saints whisper and every enemy and ally
wake to forever’s difference,
that neither knee nor tongue will deny.

Doubt bit into Innocence and sold
the...

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"we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love...

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The center of energy resides in my heart
Wherein the seed of divinity shant ever depart

Their joy's root anchors firmly, yet lightly
In my I AM presence...

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Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.

Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep...

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I walked out to a cottonwood
Who lives out in the hay
And since he had no livelihood
Decided I would stay

A root of his became my chair
He...

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(I.)
Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await

Ripe are swelled grapes upon glowing vine
my darling on love's bounty we shall dine
in our paradise rests more than a...

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I made a paper tree of grief and
those now gone fill up each leaf..
Their faces, their lives, the people
I hold dear, have shaped it's
branches, year...

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dadgum doctors, heads up their butts
poking, prodding, pricking skin
neurologist a psychopath
gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body

family doctor showed little concern
made me paranoid...

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It’s siesta, yet one can hear from the second floor of the house the animated sharing of juicy news some visitors have brought to the...

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