Best Rushes Poems

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression,...

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I could have cried like a bride at a funeral
Bled out, dry. I could have but I was already
dehydrated...I

i think of you

I wish someone could...

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He has announced his arrival. She waits,
Listening to the thunder cracking through
the layers of air. Looking at the lightning,
brightening and frightening the darkness away,
Lapping up...

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It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My...

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"Crooning melancholy strains, Autumn bids adieu to Summer." 

Near August’s end, she starts to saunter in.
The time has come when I will start to long
for...

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This is what it feels like to have your heart racing 
and not knowing when or if it will ever slow down.
Your fatigued body can...

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Notus comes creeping furtively from the south
hot and bothered from the blazing summer sun.
The wind of change...concealed it launches sudden storms
as clouds pile up across...

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The widow among roses,
though a scent so sweet 
she smells to near smile,
how red the vibrance of life
and soft the petals caress
her lonely cheek,
she remembers...

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When I close my eyes I hear the sound of your voice floating in the 
air like dandelion fur, catching the breeze and dancing upward.

I...

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Perfumed breaths of rosy breeze
In lyrical refrain of redolent winds
Enamoring your pulse of longing
Compose harmonies euphonic
Strumming verses of heartbeats;

When nightingale sings song of eve
As buoyant...

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When it left the Arctic it was as a wild angry wind
that stormed its way across the ice bound Arctic ocean.
Blowing the snow clad icebergs...

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MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If...

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A millstone around my neck and weight about my feet
drag me down so deeply 
that I’m being pulled toward something. . .  
something from...

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(Rhyme) 


How truly  wonderful and awesome You are to all of us God, 
You shower me with all Your blessings and your  glowing...

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178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered...

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