Best Runs Poems

“Peace I leave with you
           my peace I give you
     ...

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Hourglass

Sand falls
Through the glass
Love falls
Within the past
Memories dance
They never last
Head in my hands
As I stare overhead
At the hourglass


Falling Down Stairs

Stairs broken
Wheels unspoken
I fell
Grasping for air
Are...

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Partial Paper
 -A poet in heat-

Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every line
Drops of passion...

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POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?...

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STARRY, STARRY NIGHT

I often look up towards the sky at night,
And wonder who or what is there,
I shout out loud, if you see or hear...

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In a house beside the forest lives a woman and her son

He is scarred by burns and fire – hidden kept from everyone

There is land...

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*Note 
I had to bring this one back, though I've been posting mostly new writes here that PS hasn't seen before. This poem has been...

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Our first awareness
      falling through time
      through blood-rain, pure white snow, green vegetation 
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When we were young we loved our fairy tales
A frog could  be a prince with just one kiss
Each cloud, a boat where dreamers could...

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“I cannot give a name to pain I’ve never known.” - by poet

What do I know of sadness
when it’s grief that is profound?
The misery of...

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~Under the Same Moon~

P.D.
Our days are different, living under the same moon
Down here in TEXAS, life carries a different tune
This world spins on its lovely...

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Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up...

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just within reach?

things!
lots of things!

stuff one could collect,
especially graphic novels
with a writer that made you wish
you had a photographic memory
so you would never forget even...

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It's quiet here - quiet in a way that catches me off guard. The tranquility is almost tangible, something I can touch and hold and...

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In love with poetry, spellbound am I-
by force, that takes me to the land of words.
Beyond control, this power has its way
that leads me to...

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