Best Rupturing Poems

...Within each heave grows mild a tender sight
That follows your beat through the hem of night
Where I become a whisper of moon’s delight
To cuddle each sigh and bestow warm rest...
From pricked......

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" . . . madness . . .  retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet's brain."

Michael Drayton (1563-1631) 


a writer of poems must be quite mind fractured-
we brainstorm th......

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...Everyone at one time or the other have had a good time.
The world is round, the sun will rise, and all think things are fine.
For some of us in America that pretty much is true,
Are we really havi......

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...waking up from my sleep, I was all confused.
I heard a boom as that of thunder,
or the sound of a hammer striking on the anvil.
trying to be up, I felt as shaky as a fawn, 
getting up......

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...Speak to me my desire 
where your hillsides come alive 
wrap your legs around the beauty 
riding long where blueberry thrive 
  
drift down within starlight's fire 
flushed against an a......

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...With tilted head and smiling eye's
you softly whisper,what's on your mind
seductive form's begin to take shape
as i'm slowly led to your lover's lake
engulfed,but not drowning
fully aware of my ......

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...Cool; green; heat; dry; brown; dust . . .
The wind blows
enticing moisture from the dirt.

Forming quiet earth quakes
that sneak along rupturing the soil.

A small weed muscles the crack large......

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...the silence almost too heavy for my woozy body.
outside, kissing a cigarette, "goodnight",
i scuffled through the neighborhood. it was so quiet.
once i stopped moving, stopped thinking, stopped fe......

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...O!  Afterthought, Thou art a stern Taskmaster!
Thy Glare’s as gentle, as is Sun on Snow!
O!  Heart!  Would She have stayed, if I had asked her?

Admittedly, there’s no grimmer disaster,
Than sud......

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...What's all this fuss about 
Haven't I furnished all your dreams 
Wildest and the untouched ones 
You Cantankerous bullheaded moron .
Your  beastly charm woos me so much
So that I completely asph......

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...How many more times
at deaths door ???

From the abortionist hook, I did escape.
Escape from, seems to have become my fate.

Death, around my body fell.
Grandfather, pulled me from the well.
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...The Sound of Colours
http://gregoryswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2015/07/the-sound-of-colours.html

Red sounds like blood dripping out through some severed artery,
Bursting out in a gush from a severed......

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...Our hearts can't touch, our minds deflect
Absurd conclusions, I'll regret
Breaking up so many times
Your reasons do not rhyme

I think I better off this way
I love you, that's what i will lay
Rupturi......

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...My nightmare filled with streaks of saintly garb
rousing the flares of benevolence
and the strokes of compassionate ink
scribbled on to the snow-hued papyrus.

The fields of golden grains unm......

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...MultiCultural Teaching and Listening

All major educational challenges,
for both consumers and producers of communication,
call for best outside/inside compassion practices
rooted in cooperative......

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