Best Sanctuary Poems

This global pandemic causes confusion from social isolation.
In a virtual world without human touch - there will be irritation.

When burdens of life, echo like chunks of tumbling rubble
mind is misplaced in intense injustice - inflicting trouble.

With no desire for fake and scentless artificial flowers,
the soul...

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Johnny-Jump-Ups nestle into the forest floor mosses,
Along with dainty Jack-in-the-Pulpits hiding beneath
The larger fronds of swampy ferns soaking up moisture
From the dew-laden flowering branches of laurel
Where I find myself dreaming in the verdant woodland,
Edging the meadow beyond the cluttered beaver stand.

A canopy of vine-entangled branches,...

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I find sanctuary in this sonnet
when as verdant hills rhymes do fall and rise
with aspens quaking in the windless skies.
One such will have blue birds flocking on it.

The trees shall be my muse and bid me write
while I in white gazebo am ensconced
with flowers vased,...

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In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.

The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.

Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,
frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.

I find solace in sumptuous serenades through...

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Find Your Sanctuary 

Be it a long sandy beach, the waves crashing upon shore
Or in a deep forest glen, the wonders of nature to explore
Perhaps a long babbling brook will ease your weary mind
Or a quiet country road to travel, leave everything behind

Maybe it is...

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I
listen
to the waves
singing mermaid
serenades, luring~
dancing daisies to a 
cheery sanctuary of 
mystic topaz tranquility…
Where in the shimmering shades of teal~
peace remains engraved with sparkling pearl dust.. ...

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Introduction: Blindfolded the world fades today, optimism awaits tomorrow...


Lies have many expressions
Can make one follow the mistaken,
Love has countless sensations
Can make one feel awaken,
Seek out the truth from its buried nation
As the deception has made it forsaken

No one knows where you’d disappear
For things you care...

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the graduate

      submerges in pool

          Mr. Robinson

               debates career paths above:

sanctuary found in sounds of silence


For Chris's...

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like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree stood guard
notched scraggy boughs reached out in fierce surety
naught had ever compromised its task
in its dutiable charge

the primeval stone held fast the blade
proud and righteous Caliburn
its hilt pointed to the stars
the enchanted issue of Merlin's resolve

and steadfast...

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There is a refuge, sweet, whereto I rush,

          (Where all but clever words would be remiss),

               When cheeks of evening sky begin...

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S  S  S  S  S  S S  S  S         Surely 
A  A  A  A  A  A A  A      ...

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Dare one impose upon the primitive soul,
Revolving around solitude—a savant hold warmer than the sun
Entranced by every ideal—loving many and no one
Would they hesitate to break the sensational sway…
As petals of tiger lilies fall upon its sunset eyes
Tremulous sighs and exhalations—dedicated to wisdom
Looking to the...

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I would like to see the sun again
So, I can slowly remember when
Your kindness lit up the room
Instead of wet, black trees of gloom

The rain has drenched the forest
Stolen the sunset from the west
Now, it must begin to dry
So, that I can remember why

You sang...

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Migrant jays quiver on ruins of their calm abode

As ghostly flakes of autumn’s trail reel with an insolent breeze.

Winging low, crystal moon guides pale birds through a nest of light.



Broken Wing’s Form S Contest
Theme: Sanctuary
7/23/2017...

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We came not for conquest,
but for containment—
though conquest is what happens
when containment itches beneath the skin
like sulfur spores in a sealed lung.

They had the secret.
Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy—
but language that healed.
Real language—
not poetry, not prayer,
but syntax of cells.

Their infants spoke in codons.
Their trees...

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