Best Rubicon Poems

I trudged to levy height, stood upon the soggy ground
with serious intentions that an answer would be found
To the river's rapidly flowing current, I confided my woes
of troubling things that had me in the doldrums of lows

Haunting problems, compelling me to leave and move on
Leading...

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Soul’s 
heartfelt
cry echoed
in the vast void,
of prayers unheard
by the heavens above,
so to resolve the impasse,
poised in the void of cessation,
the earth entity melded with space,
sparking the power of bliss magnetism.

Thoughts rested, desires ebbed and fears faded
whence grazed by the wafting winds of grace,
in witness mode,...

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Life as with dreams will never last.
   The Sun our star had always shone,
   Until the final Arctic blast.

   We nailed our colours to the mast.
   Spurning peace, brought Armageddon.
   Life, as with dreams will...

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I have been writing since a child ...
    my little stories ... made my family smile
       but as I grew older I wrote deeper
        I began writing poems like...

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Owning the ability to strikingly be on a rough road. 
Need the pride to cross the hazardous paddled rowed. 
Caesar energetically settled on a terrible decision. 
Cross a no-return line for Rome's dictator to goad.

When they had passed the Rubicon's canyon.
Their battle fizzled into cruel...

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Whisper her name. 
Let the word flow through me. 
Now say it again. 
It fosters a melody so sweet and proud. 
I’m overcome by gentle dreams. 

“Veronica” 

Voices inside me come and go. 
They cry out for time and space. 
And a chance to make...

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Our blue planet, the epitome of primal beauty,
a unique dot of singularity in celestial infinity,
revolved in astral space spinning nature’s splendors,
until on evolution trail hostile species of man arrived.

The creeping swarm of greed called progress
devours the green blanket thriving for ages,
constructs the toxic greenhouse on...

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it was the day of her birth
when she stood at the Styx
naked but with all bags packed
with immanent sadness and joy
too young for being ambiguous
she let out a scream and let down
a reflex for simply being alive

the sign said dangerous water
touch at your own peril
and...

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Skies of endless pastures
Rivers of reverence
lakes of love 
Streams of silence
Ponds of preponderance
Puddles of peace
Droplets of dreams
Mist of memories
Fog of forgiveness
Valleys of driftwood clouds
Winds of benevolent breezes 
Mountains of minute measures
Oceans of tender tides
Seas of sentient songs
Landscapes of love's longing
Universal appeals united
Galaxial gnome gatherings
Stepping star...

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Family unity, ties bound with conditions
Cult peoples kept from alternate climates
Narrow track administered to every woman
Mother of two, Jerusha determined to fight it

Prospect of allowed departure non existant
Packed full backpacks for herself, Cain, Ismail 
Heart racingly taken, stealth taxi whisked them
Latitude of escape seeped freedom's...

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Written: May 06, 2025 for contest by Edward Ibeh
                   
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Like kernels, the day's...

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Isn't it funny what alcohol 
does to folks?

A man at the bar is so drunk
out of his mind he generously 
spills some long-held secrets
of his, unbeknownst to him.

He gives up even some
his better half would kill him for.
He vomits them on himself
and all over his...

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Rubicon Crossing

I stand on the bank
looking at the deep water
old love behind me
new life on the other side
once I cross no turning back
...

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In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile,
at the edge of the fading fulcrum of future obscure,
at the door-step of dusk the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn essence silhouetted in confounding stillness.

The twirling threads of turmoil entwined seamless
with the cleaved cloud of the swarming storm...

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Our blue planet, the epitome of primal beauty,
a unique dot of singularity within the celestial infinity,
revolved in the astral space, spinning nature’s splendors,
until on the evolution trail the hostile species of man arrived.

The creeping swarm of greed, called progress
devours the green blanket, thriving for immeasurable...

Continue reading...