Best Rubaiyat Poems

I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your wit and charm

With piqued reasons I have come to deduce
It's time to say fond farewell to my muse
She should seek...

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No larger than a grain of rice,
her face is forming; mouth, a slice.
Her heart, a tube, begins to beat;
at one month, things are imprecise. 

An inch now from her head to feet.
Eyes, fingers, toes: not yet complete.
Her neural tube, well on its way.
At two months,...

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The Four Seasons…

It was spring and I was young when I had wine.
I was singing and dancing and doing fine. 
The wine was so divine, made my blossoms glow.
The spring is for the youth, makes everything shine.

Summer came and I was older, full of joy.
I...

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Why should one wish the days to pass
Of lush and verdant meadow grass
And butterflies with stained glass wings
Which autumn's burnished hues outclass? 

A summer breeze revives the mind
As worldly cares are left behind
And gentle waves of lapping seas
Coax weary bodies to unwind.

Await the golden harvest...

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glass-like smooth of even's yawn
      just I, myself, with one cob swan
         trace cursive paths upon the lake
   for we’re both OF the earth, not on

so sets the sun to...

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Come and go away with me
and join me in this fantasy
to distant lands beyond the clouds
where we can share a life so free. 

no storm clouds looming to disrupt
no one close by to interrupt
just you and me beneath the stars
as solitude let’s life erupt

beneath the...

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Diamonds

We all have so many diamonds that we own,
but we think of them as glass or bits of stone.
We often sell them as cheap pieces of junk,
but yet always we think of them as unknown.

The diamonds are the youth, your health, and no pain.
Making love...

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Revelation…

How do I know that what is divine?
What does he do now? I need a sign.
I am uncertain what the truth is,
All the prophets or a mouth full of wine.

I am like a fish; live in a bowl.
To live in the sea it is my...

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It seems that time...is calling out my name
As raindrops beat ..upon the windowpanes
While scanning through the pages...of my life
In a book...where empty pages...still remain

What, I ask?...will be the final ending
So many pages...so in need...of mending 
Now...with so little time to write the wrongs
And find a...

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I can offer you sympathy,
try to feel you through empathy.
But if you take it for granted,
silence will be your remedy.

Remember the seeds you planted,
when unnourished will bloom slanted.
Hearts yearn for balanced devotion,
like birds sharing what they chanted.

When there is too much commotion,
tears seem to fall...

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you want to know a secret
when I write a poem and it's perfect
i dont share it
i bury it 
deep inside of me 
where no one else can see
i mean its perfect
not like this shift 
it's elegant, poignant, 
simplistic, bueatful 
trucking perfect
its not erotic 
but i...

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Seems like I could be on top of the world.
I think about poetry like my tongue is pearled.
Just the other day I wrote a poem to honor another poet.
I spun around in a spin to unfurl to the Soupers whorled.
I know they think they’re the...

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I'll drink tears from my ancestors in silence
From history's cup of their defiance
I'll sit in darkness where my soul is torn
and quench my parched thirst of self reliance

To understand their hell and be reborn
Remembering iron shackles, blood stained, worn
My mind reveals stones from a slaver's...

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Mother Nature..

I see a mountain; wake me up there.
Tired of dreaming, no time to spare.
I will be flying soberly drunk.
I am just living, don’t ask me where.

There will be some light full of delight.
I am tired of darkness and night.
I will be drinking, drinking the...

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As flower to the sun, I look to you
As thirsty grass that drinks in drops of dew
As river flowing down to waiting sea
I live again with you a love that's true

I’m lost to life when nestled in your arms
Your lips, your eyes, your body full...

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